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