Mr Baseball

You've been comin' to me live since I was six years old
Part of almost every single summer that I've known 
You tell us when it's Miller Time and that was just a bit outside
For almost fifty years and one hell of a ride 

Chorus:
You must be sittin' in the front row
Thank you for bringing us along
We're all sittin' in the front row
Get up get up get outta here gone

Beer made this city famous and our team's named for it too
But neither one would be as much fun if it weren't for you
Come on out you boys and girls while there's still some daylight
We'll roll out the barrel and make some memories tonight

(Chorus)

Some will say our pastime's day has been here and gone 
One hundred fifty years of history tells me that they're wrong
So sons and fathers, moms and daughters let's all raise our glass
And toast to Mr. Baseball and tell them to kiss our {EDIT}

(Chorus)

Opening Day - March 29, 2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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