Louisville Slugger

It was hanging at Miller's Sporting Goods Thirty inches of solid wood Turn down on a lathe Signed by Willie Mays It was like no other It found its way to me Underneath our Christmas tree When I was eight years old I begged Santa Claus and my mother I had a dream and it seemed so real Bottom of the ninth at Wrigley Field I'm staring at a three and two count Bases loaded and I knock it out With my Louisville Slugger Took it everywhere I went Most nights I even slept with it Daddy used to laugh Swore it was attached To my shoulder Sometimes he'd let me stay up late So me and him could watch the game Like two buddies sitting in the stands Oh, and in my hands Was that Louisville Slugger I had a dream and it seemed so real Bottom of the ninth at Wrigley Field I'm staring at a three and two count Bases loaded and I knock it out With my Louisville Slugger Well, the big leagues never called Now it hangs on my son's wall On the end of it That's my old Rawlings mit Sometimes I wonder But, my dream still seems real The bottom of the ninth at Wrigley Field He's staring at a three and two count Bases loaded and I watch him knock it out With my Louisville Slugger