"Cooperstown" lyrics

He spends the springtime evenings on a schoolyard after work
With eleven little devils, angels printed on their shirts
It's ground balls, pop flies and sliding in the dirt
If they're ever gonna get to Cooperstown

Yeah, Saturdays are game days and they're home or they're away
He starts every game the same way in the dugout as they pray
He says, "Do your best, don't ever let nobody ever say
That you can't ever get to Cooperstown"

He says, "Take your chances
Swing for the fences
Standing up there somewhere in the clouds
Eye on the ball, boys
Go for it all, boys
And one day your bad jersey might be found
Where the greatest men who played the game are now
In Cooperstown"

He says, "Boys, you're gonna strike out and sometimes you'll get a hit
And there's gonna be some line drives that fly right through your mitt
But you gotta learn to lose some before you ever learn to win
That's the only way you'll get to Cooperstown"

He says, "Take your chances
Swing for the fences
Standing up there somewhere in the clouds
Eye on the ball, boys
Go for it all, boys
And one day your bad jersey might be found
Where the greatest men who played the game are now
In Cooperstown"

"Eye on the ball, boys
Go for it all, boys
One day your bad jersey might be found
Where the greatest men who played the game are now
And maybe one day your names might go down
In Cooperstown
In Cooperstown"