baseball, the dream for me
Red white and blue, do you have a clue?
Americas past time, I think you do;
white sphere with red seams;
just chasin' my dreams.
its a diamond filled with nine;
and a few more on the pine.
freshly cut grass and the dirt is fine;
my mind is in control when I cross those white lines.
run, throw, hit, and steal;
bottom of the 9th when you've got the chills.
my sport is like no other;
just me and 8 brothers.
Baseball, the dream for me
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