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The Old Ball Game
Popcorn, Peanuts and Cracker Jacks
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your life
Chasing your fortune and fame
Make sure you make time
For
The Old Ball Game
Time to learn numbers and names on backs
I remember the games that Dad took me to
I had my glove so I got a ball or two
The organ played
The people would clap
I wore my jersey
And my old ball cap
The sights and sounds
The vendor's food
It all came together
To create the mood
Extra innings
With a walk-off home run
Even the losses
Were part of the fun
So grab your hot dog
Have a coke or a beer
Root for your team
This might be their year
As you go through your life
Chasing your fortune and fame
Make sure you make time
For
The Old Ball Game
Published 28th Feb 2025
Author's Note
I was thinking about my Dad when I wrote this: Francis Theodore Zimmerman (12/7/1921-5/9/2003)
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