Jeff Daniels - Al kaline

^CEarly ^Amsummer nine^Fteen sixt^Cy-four ^CNine years ^Amold and re^Fady for ^Cmore ^CJust like ^AmChristmas come^Fs once a^C year ^CTiger bat ^Amday was ^Ffinally ^Chere

^CBackyard ^Ambaseball I was de^Fstined for st^Cardom ^CWhen I was ^Amhim I hit it o^Fver Mom’s g^Carden ^CHe was the ^AmHero I pr^Fetended ^Cto be ^CI was ^Amhim, and ^Fhe was m^Ce

^DHe was just a ball player, ^Fand I was just^C a kid ^DAll I ever wanted was eve^Frything he ^Cdid ^CAnd just like him I ^Amreached for more than I^F could ever ^Cbe ^CMy childhood h^Amero died today al^Fong with a little b^Cit of me

^CI clutched my ^Amglove made of s^Fhoelace and le^Cather ^C“Turnstiles turn, D^Amad. It’s takin^Fg forever.^C” He said,^C “Straighten up, s^Amettle down. ^FAl Kaline don’t ta^Cke to no foolin’ around ^CSmell then peanuts? ^AmHotdogs and beer? ^FIf there’s a Heaven on ^CEarth, I bet a nickel it’s here

^DHe was just a ball player, ^Fand I was just^C a kid ^DAll I ever wanted was eve^Frything he ^Cdid ^CAnd just like him I ^Amreached for more than I^F could ever ^Cbe ^CMy childhood h^Amero died today al^Fong with a little b^Cit of me

^CThe man tore my ^Amticket,^F turned ^Caway. ^CDidn’t need to ^Amhear what I was ^Fdying to ^Csay. ^CBefore I knew i^Amt, just like ^Cthat ^CTicket man was^Am holding a ^Fsmall wooden^C bat ^CI looked dow^Amn that barrel a^Fnd I saw hi^Cs name ^CFrom that day^Am on I was ne^Fver the ^Csame ^CNow decades l^Amater with that b^Fat in my h^Cand ^CSome things take a ^Amlifetime t^Fo underst^Cand

^DHe was just a ball player, ^Fand I was just^C a kid ^DAll I ever wanted was eve^Frything he ^Cdid ^CAnd just like him I ^Amreached for more than I^F could ever ^Cbe ^CMy childhood h^Amero died today al^Fong with a little b^Cit of me