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    "Cooperstown"genre: Alternative Country
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    Credits: Recorded & Mixed by Larry Oakes, Mastered by Tony Bacon

    Story Behind the Song
    This song is about an over-the-hill baseball player coming to terms with the anticlimactic finale of his long career as a pitcher in the major leagues. I was twenty-five when I wrote it; at the time, thirty-seven (the age of the song's narrator) seemed, well, ancient. But as years pass it seems to be edging its way toward autobiography. Nashville, please call!

    Lyrics
    Verse 1:
    I turned 38 last week
    and nearly drank myself to death.
    Pitched in a double-header the very next day
    unshaven and out of breath.
    Baseball. It's good for me.
    You know I can stand the heat.
    Cause the work ain't bad
    and the hours go by
    and the pay you just can't beat.

    (Chorus)
    But I'm not headed for the Hall of Fame.
    My uniform don't fit no more
    and every time I play it rains.
    Upstate New York it looks like
    a hell of a place to be.
    But Cooperstown will have to wait for me.

    Verse 2:
    When I come down from Pawtucket
    they done give me a pile of gold.
    Sayin' "this kid, he's got a special gift.
    He's only 21 years-old."
    I spent their money in half a week,
    it wasn't all that hard.
    'Cause I bought my mom a new beach house,
    and me: fourteen cars.

    (Chorus)

    Bridge:
    Sixteen years in the major leagues
    and I find only minor love.
    But a man don't make no life
    with just a ball, a bat, and a glove.

    Verse 3:
    I remember when I was a kid
    up there, standing on the mound.
    I felt like a hero, man,
    I'd stare those batters down.
    I'd curve 'em fast, and change one up,
    then drop one down real low.
    Spin the ball for no reason at all,
    except to watch it go.

    (Chorus)
    The End

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