WAY,
WAY BACK IN EIGHTEEN NINETY-FOUR
THE
CROWD GOT FIRED UP THEY TURNED RED-HOT MAD
BECAUSE
OF THIS GAME, BEANTOWN WENT UP IN SMOKE
SOME
SAY IT ALL STARTED BECAUSE OF A POKE
JOHN
McGRAW AND FOG HORN TUCKER HAD A FIGHT
THEY
TRADED LOTS OF PUNCHES LEFT AND RIGHT
BOTH
DUGOUTS CLEARED, EVEN THE FANS BATTLED
A
FIRE WAS SET ALL SHOULD HAVE SKIDADDLED!
WHILE
THE BLAZE WARMED SEATS NEAR THE RIGHT FIELD WALL
ALL THE GRAND STAND CHANTED PLAY BALL!
PLAY BALL!
NO ONE RANG THE ALARM THE FIRE WAS THOUGHT TOO SMALL
UNTIL THE FLAMES SPREAD OUTSIDE THE RIGHT FIELD WALL
WILL THEY PLAY THE GAME ONE FAN WOULD STILL SAY?
THE FLAMES ROARED GAMES OFF, BECAUSE OF FIRE TODAY
THE HOMES AND SHOPS ALL OF WOODEN FRAMES
AND THE SIX SPIRE GRAND STAND WERE SOON IN FLAMES
THE FIRE GRAND SLAMMED THROUGH THE POOR PART OF TOWN
TWO THOUSAND HOMELESS, TWO HUNDRED DWELLINGS DOWN
(REPEAT CHORUS)
ALL THE FANS WENT HOME TO HOMES THAT NIGHT
FOR THE NEWLY HOMELESS, NO HOMES WERE IN SIGHT
THE NEXT DAY THE NEWS READ GAME REPLAYED THURSDAY
BUT WHERE DID THE HOMELESS GO? IT DIDN’T SAY
(REPEAT LAST TWO LINES AND
FADE)
Written by Joe Pickering, Jr.
Joe
Pickering, Jr., President
King
of the Road Music
1-207-947-3525
C2001