By Rick Brandon
Oh, I remember when I was a lad what a fine baseball team we had,
Folks from miles around would come to see us play.
We played the White Sox -- beat their socks off,
We played the Redlegs -- beat their legs off,
We played the Astros -- but it rained that day!
Momma played first base--Daddy played second,
Me and little brother was a pitcher 'n a catcher,
Out on short stop was a good old boy named Sue.
Out in the outfield shaggin' flies -three big homerun hitten
Brothers Art 'n Bart, and cousin Fargo too.
Oh, I remember it so well stayin' at the old baseball hotel
Owned and operated by my uncle Fred (you remember Fred?)
We'd all laugh when he'd explain how the old hotel got its name -
The pitcher's on the table and the catcher's under the bed!
Out to the barnyard we would go learnin' how to hit & run & throw,
There were cows and horses all around the place.
Once we laughed till we nearly split when my Daddy got a hit -
And slid into what he thought was second base!