This Side Of The White Lines – Dan Bern – letras

If his knees hadn’t got sickHe’d have made the big leagues, like his hero, the MickHe wore number seven on his back, like the MickBut his knees got sickSo he had to quitHe had the quickness, he had the sizeHe could hit a ball further than Johnny MizeHe was blond on topBut his knees went popSo he had to stopHad to give it up(chorus)If you get thrown out of the game and get sent on your wayYou can come back the very next dayAfter having, having had your sayBut that’s on a field of nineWhich is not ruled by timeAnd it don’t work out so fineOn this side of the white linesOn this side of the white linesIf his Dad hadn’t got sickThey’d have argued nights over their World Series picksWho’s better than the YanksWho’s better than the MickHe was tough as a brickBut he still got sickThey were close as a father and son could beClose as the surgeon is to the kneeHe waited for his Dad to make his climbBut he wasn’t gonna get better, not this time(chorus)He plays softball now when he’s got the timeWhen he ain’t too beat, and the knees feel fineHe ain’t forgot how to swing that stickAnd he says to himself, « just like the Mick »Ty Cobb never got to face Dizzy DeanJoe Jackson’s best was never seenHe held a private funeral massAll alone in the park by the outfield grass(chorus)