D A7 Dmaj7
There were two men down
G D7 G
And the score was tied
E7 F#m D Bm7
In the bottom of the eighth
Dm6 A
When the pitcher died
A7 D A7 Dmaj7
And they laid his spikes
G D7 G
On the pitcher's mound
E7 F#m D Bm7
And his uni-form was torn
Dm6
And his number was left on the ground
E Am F Am
Then the night turned cold
Bbmaj7
Colder than the moon
Gm Dm
The stars were white as bones
Bmaj7
The stadium was old
E
Older than the screams
A
Older than the teams
D A7 Dmaj7
There were three men down
G D7 G
And the season lost
E7 Bm Em Bbmaj7
And the tarpaulin was ro---lled
D A7 Dmaj7
Upon the winter frost
G D7 G D7 G D Em A D