| In the joy of the new season
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| We’d ride out bikes for miles
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| To a vacant lot on Maple Street
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| Toss the bat and choose up sides
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| All summer long from dusk till dawn
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| We all paid our dues
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| Everybody was the babe
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| But I was always 42
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| As the jerseys faded one by one
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| The babes would come and go
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| But I played every inning
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| From the sandlot to the show
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| Got my letter and my grip
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| I’ll see you boys around
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| I got a one way ticket to Cooperstown
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| My ticket’s punched to Cooperstown
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| His rookie year they called him up
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| Just to send him down
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| Couldn’t even hit his weight
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| Couldn’t turn that thing around
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| But on the field that echoes life
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| It’s a boys game played by men
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| And sometimes it knocks you down
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| But you get back up again
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| He’s got his number, he’s got his grip
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| He’s following a sound
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| Destiny is calling from Cooperstown
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| These wheels are bound for Cooperstown
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| Well I learned to play down in triple A
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| They gave me one more shot
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| Skip said take the ball kid touch 'em all
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| Gotta give it all you got
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| So I played er' one game at a time
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| And that was all it took
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| Just like Jack I never looked back
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| And the rest is in the books
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| There ain’t nothin' I can’t do
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| Just like 42
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| What goes around comes around
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| These wheels are bound for Cooperstown
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| These wheels are bound for Cooperstown |