[Verse] Springtime hopes were runnin' high, the Tigers on the prowl, But all the roarin' faded fast in each Michigan town. They'd strike and miss, and stumble on, like tumbleweeds adrift, Summer days turned into nights, but wins were hard to lift. [Verse 2] Crowds they'd gather, beers in hand, beneath the twilight's glow, Hopes held by a thread so thin, with every failed throw. The Bullpen struggled, bats gone cold, the losses mounting up, Fans would sigh and shake their heads with each swing and each pop. [Chorus] Oh, those Detroit Tigers, they tried to give a fight, But each game left that city with another lonesome night. They played, they ran, they fell, they cried, under sky so blue, In Motor City, hopes ran dry, what more could they do? [Verse 3] Big league dreams on diamond fields, broken by July, Each headline told a sorrowed tale, beneath the summer sky. The manager would hold his head, the players trudged on through, For every game a dizzy dance in shades of black and blue. [Verse 4] Autumn winds, they whispered close, the season near its end, The Tigers fought with all they had, but couldn't reach the bend. Fans in bleachers reminisced of days when they were kings, Now they watch the twilight fade, and hear the hopeful sing. [Chorus] Oh, those Detroit Tigers, they tried to give a fight, But each game left that city with another lonesome night. They played, they ran, they fell, they cried, under sky so blue, In Motor City, hopes ran dry, what more could they do?