Tekster: The Felice Brothers. Cooperstown.

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The water?s wide
It?s deep and wide
It?s down a long and windy road
And everyone knows that a boy can?t swim it

In narrow?s church
The white walled church
They?re singing that gospel song
?bye and bye, i will see my king?
The clouds will break
And the pews shake
And the choir softly cries
And it?s georgia in the spring of 1905

Ty cobb
You?re dead and gone
You had a game like a war machine
And through the great
Hall of fame you wander
In tigers field
A girl in heels

She had a face like a magazine
And through the long metal stands she wandered

The ball soared
The crowd roared
The scoreboard sweetly hummed
And tomorrow you?ll surely know whose won

I?m on first
And you?re on third
And all the wolves are all between
And everyone?s sure that the game is over

The catcher?s hard
He?s mean mean and hard
And he nips at the batter?s heels
And everyone?s sure that the game is over

The ball soars
And the crowd roars
And the scoreboard sweetly hums
And tomorrow you?ll surely know whose won

The water?s wide
It?s deep and wide
It?s a down a long and windy road
And everyone knows that a boy can?t swim it

The clouds break
And the pews shake
And the preacher?s feet do pound
As the rain beats the streets of cooperstown