“Back to Baseball” tells the true story of a boy who grows up in 1950’s Brooklyn. He finds & loses his 1st love, then experiences reflection, renewal and redemption. The song ends happily – unless you’re a Dodger fan.
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 we all went nuts – in Brooklyn.
But in two short 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.