[Verse 1: Booming chest-voice male rock lead, booming, steady and proud] Twelve years on a bus with a busted heater fan Every town with a water tower, every fry stand Motel walls like paper and a mattress like a stone Hand-me-down cleats and a borrowed telephone Every spring they told me, son, you're one more year away Every fall I packed my duffel bag and drove home to stay Thirty-four years old and still sleeping in the aisle Then the skipper called me in with a funny kind of smile [Chorus: Booming chest-voice male rock lead, booming, full brass and drums] Cup of coffee in the big leagues, drank it to the grounds One night under the big lights, one time around Twelve years of buses for a single run Cup of coffee in the big leagues, and it tasted like the sun [Verse 2: Booming chest-voice male rock lead, booming, the bench] Last week of the season and they flew me to the show Cubby with my name on tape and a jersey that would glow Six nights on the bench with my glove upon my knee Six nights in the dugout, just a name nobody'd see Seventh night, the ninth, and the score is tied at two Catcher hits a single and the skipper says, it's you Run for him, he said, and I swear I couldn't breathe Forty thousand voices and the dirt beneath my feet [Chorus: Booming chest-voice male rock lead, booming, full brass and drums] Cup of coffee in the big leagues, drank it to the grounds One night under the big lights, one time around Twelve years of buses for a single run Cup of coffee in the big leagues, and it tasted like the sun [Bridge: Booming chest-voice male rock lead, wave him home, brass climbing base by base] Crack of the bat and the ball in the gap Rounding second with my helmet falling back Coach at third with his arm going round Go on home, son, go on, take it down [Verse 3: Booming chest-voice male rock lead, booming, the slide] Hit the dirt face first and the catcher took the throw Umpire spread his arms out wide and the whole place lost control Never got a swing, never got a single at-bat Just a run in the box score, and I'm happy with that Next spring they let me go with a handshake and a card I went home and coached the kids out in the county yard They ask me, did you make it, and I tell them, yes I did Scored the run that won it, and I'm still that kid [Final Chorus: Booming chest-voice male rock lead, booming, full brass and drums, everything] Cup of coffee in the big leagues, drank it to the grounds One night under the big lights, one time around Twelve years of buses for a single run Cup of coffee in the big leagues, and it tasted like the sun [End]
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