A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request-Steve Goodman
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TXT A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request-Steve Goodman 文本歌词
A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request - Steve Goodman
By the shore's of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour that tolled
Round his bed his friends had all gathered
They knew his time was short
And on his head they put this bright blue cap
From his all-time favorite sport
He told them Its late and its getting dark in here
And I know its time to go
But before I leave the line-up
Boys there's just one thing I'd like to know
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy-covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the National League
Told his friends You know the law of averages says
Anything will happen that can
That's what it says
But the last time the Cubs won a National League pennant
Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan
The Cubs made me a criminal
Sent me down a wayward path
They stole my youth from me
That's the truth
I'd forsake my teachers
To go sit in the bleachers
In flagrant truancy
And then one thing led to another
And soon I'd discovered alcohol gambling dope
Football hockey lacrosse tennis
But what do you expect
When you raise up a young boy's hopes
And then just crush 'em like so many paper beer cups
Year after year after year
After year after year after year after year after year
'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn
For the pigeons beneath the L tracks to eat
He said You know I'll never see Wrigley Field
Anymore before my eternal rest
So if you have your pencils and your score cards ready
And I'll read you my last request
He said Give me a double header funeral in Wrigley Field
On some sunny weekend day no lights
Have the organ play the National Anthem
And then a little na na na na hey hey hey Goodbye
Make six bullpen pitchers carry my coffin
And six ground keepers clear my path
Have the umpires bark me out at every base
In all their holy wrath
It's a beautiful day for a funeral
Hey Ernie lets play two
Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back
And conduct just one more interview
Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the field
Have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly
Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt
And I'll be ready to die
Build a big fire on home plate
Out of your Louisville Sluggers baseball bats
And toss my coffin in
Let my ashes blow in a beautiful snow
From the prevailing 30 mile an hour southwest wind
When my last remains go flying over the left-field wall
Will bid the bleacher bums adíeu
And I will come to my final resting place
Out on Waveland Avenue
The dying man's friends told him to cut it out
They said stop it that's an awful shame
He whispered Don't Cry
We'll meet by and by near the Heavenly Hall of Fame
He said I've got season's tickets to watch the Angels now
So its just what I'm going to do
He said but you the living
You're stuck here with the Cubs
So it's me that feels sorry for you
And he said Ahh Play play that lonesome losers tune
That's the one I like the best
And he closed his eyes and slipped away
What we got is the Dying Cub Fan's Last Request
And here it is
Do they still play the blues in Chicago
When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away
Do the Cubbies still play
In their ivy-covered burial ground
When I was a boy they were my pride and joy
But now they only bring fatigue
To the home of the brave
The land of the free
And the doormat of the National League
