Chorus: Missouri born Red leg boy He just born Yeah to playin the ball Ain't much good For much else at all He just born Yeah to playin the ball Run from home He couldn't wait To hold his ground Hey behind the plate Hit the ball You're 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 Weren't 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