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My intro to baseball began with my Dad.
And he was always proud of his lad.
The next coach I had was a really bad pill
He will forever be burned in my head, ole Coach Bill.
I'll often sing a pretty song
It's deep and sweet and not too long
Huntsmen come and huntsmen go
But they'll never capture me you know
I'll never trust you, I'm out of reach
