Chorus Missouri born Red leg boy He just born Yeah to playin the ball Aint much good For much else at all He just born Yeah to playin the ball Run from home He couldnt wait To hold his ground Hey behind the plate Hit the ball Youre on your own Same damn thing You tryin to get back home Chorus Lived his life Movin around Playin the ball Hey from town to town Saw everything He wanted to see Werent nothin else That he wanted to be Chorus Got too old To play the ball Settled down But remembered it all Lived it out Until he died Cussin the Yankees Ah Satisfied Chorus
ball, playin, born, lived, cussin