3rd BASE, STADIUM (From the Ry Cooder album, Chavez Ravine [2005]. by Bla Pahinui)
Mister, youre a man, as anyone can plainly see. The straightest game in this land. Take a little tip from me. I work nights, parking cars, underneath the moon and stars. The same ones we all knew back in 1952. And if you want to know where a local boy me is coming from: 3rd base, Stadium.
2nd base, over there. I see grandma in her rocking chair. Watching linens flapping in the breeze, and all the fellows up their teams. over hand on that Louisville. Crowning the top, king of the hill. Mound to home, sixty feet. Baseball been good to me. And if you want to know where a boy like me is coming from: 3rd base, Stadium. 3rd base, Stadium.
Back around the 76 ball, Johnny had his shoeshine stall. In the middle of the 1st base line, got my first kiss, was kind. Now, if the dozer hadnt my yard, youd see the tree with our initials carved. So many moments in my memory. Sure was fun, cause the was free. It was free.
Hey mister, you seem to go. Youll find that seat, in the 7th row Behind home plate, where we used to meet. When we young, we had dreams. Just a place you dont know, up a road you go. a thought, laid to rest in my mind, just a time. If you care to know where Im go when I hit my last homerun: 3rd base, Stadium. 3rd base, Stadium. 3rd base, Stadium. Hey, Mister, you are a man. Yes, Im a man myself. Yes, Im a man, too. Baseball been very to me. Yes, baseball been very to me.