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This song tells the true story of a boy growing up in Brooklyn in the 1950’s. It’s about the joy of 1st love and the heartbreak of losing it. And it’s about reflection, renewal and redemption. It's even got a humorous, surprise ending!
Oh, yeah, it’s also about Baseball.
Back To Baseball
When I was a little kid, we lived in Brooklyn
I was a Dodger fan. They were my heroes.
They’d often win the pennant, then lose the world series to the Yankees.
I still get cranky – when I get around pin stripes.
But in ’55, they came alive – got the big win.
Kicked Yankee butts and the fans went nuts – in Brooklyn.
But in just two years the cheers turned to tears as the news came down.
Dem Bums were leaving town.
We’d love to stay here – but we just can’t make it pay here. So I’m sorry to inform ya –
We’re goin’ to where it’s sunny – gonna make more money – in southern California
I’ll never love another team – said the broken hearted boy.
You’ll only gain big league pain – where there should be fun and joy.
Short instrumental bridge
Well, the years go by and somehow I become a grown up
Then a whole hunk of life happened – wound up in San Francisco.
There I met my wife – we built our life – no more wishin’
We had us a good old time – but something was missing.
Well the missing link, comes I think, from when we were small.
In the background, we’d often hear the sounds of baseball.
The crack of the bat – the roar of the crowd – the play by play
still resonates today.
We’re comin’ back – comin’ back to baseball
We’re back on track – getting’ on back to baseball
Yeah, we’re comin’ back – comin’ back to baseball
We’re friends again – that good old game of baseball
Now the Giants are the home team – made them our own team
They’re the ones we root for.
We go to games – call the umpire names – we holler and we hoot for.
And our biggest rivals are the Dodgers – so ironic yet so nice.