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 in this great land. Take a little tip from me. I work here nights, cars, underneath the moon and stars. The same ones that we all back in 1952. And if you want to know where a local boy like me is coming 3rd base, Stadium.
2nd base, right over there. I see grandma in her chair. Watching linens flapping in the breeze, and all the fellows choosing up teams. Hand over on that Louisville. Crowning the top, king of the hill. Mound to home, sixty feet. Baseball been very to me. And if you want to where a local boy like me is coming from: 3rd base, Stadium. 3rd base, Stadium.
Back around the 76 ball, Johnny had his shoeshine stall. In the of the 1st base line, got my first kiss, Florencia was kind. Now, if the dozer hadnt taken my yard, youd see the tree with our carved. So many in my memory. Sure was fun, cause the game was free. It was free.
Hey mister, you seem anxious to go. Youll that seat, in the 7th row Behind home plate, where we to meet. When we were young, we had dreams. Just a place you know, up a road you cant go. a thought, laid to rest in my mind, just a time. If you care to know where Im gonna go when I hit my 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 very good to me. Yes, baseball been very to me.