Louisville Slugger
(T.Skeen/D..Lenahan/G.Althammer/A.Fekkos

It was hanging down at Miller’s Sporting Goods.
Thirty inches of solid wood.
Turned down on a lathe signed by Willie Mays
It was like no other

And, it found its way to me
Underneath the Christmas tree
When I was eight years old
I begged Santa Clause and my Mother.

In my dreams it seemed so real
The bottom of the ninth at Wrigley Field
I was staring at a three two pitch the bases loaded
And I knocked out with my Louisville Slugger.

I took it everywhere I went
Most nights I even slept with it.
Daddy used to laugh,
Swore it was attached to my shoulder.

He used to let me stay up late
We’d watch the game on channel 8.
Like two buddies in the stands.
Oh and in my hands was that Louisville Slugger.

(CHORUS)

Well the big leagues never called
Now it hangs on my son’s wall
And on the end of it, that’s my old Rawlins Mitt.
Sometime I wonder.