The Baseball Project - Larry Yount lyrics

My name is Larry Yount And my story doesn’t rise Like a ripple on the tide Late at night I think what might have been What might have been The older of two brothers And the first to break from home After years down in the minors Called up to the Astrodome Houston, I was warming in the pen Skipper said it’s time to come in I took my warmup tosses And I felt something snap They pulled me out and they sat me down and That was that I never made it to the bigs again That’s where the story ought to end My name is Larry Yount And my story doesn’t rise Like a ripple on the tide Late at night I think what might have been What might have been The reason you might know my name Is because of my brother’s fame Three years past my one day in the show Robin got called up and he never let it go After 20 years had pa**ed 3000 hits had been ama**ed Robin hit the Hall of Fame and immortality Some band wrote a song about me My name is Larry Yount And my story doesn’t rise Like a ripple on the tide Late at night I think what might have been What might have been Sometimes at the holidays We’ll sit there with our kids They walk past all the trophies And ask ’bout the things he did “Uncle Robin, what’s it like? Uncle Robin, tell us more About the World Series games And statistics and the scores” Sometimes it tears me up inside Though I can’t help but feel pride I find I’m back in Houston once again Thinking ’bout the things that might have been My name is Larry Yount And my story doesn’t rise Like a ripple on the tide Late at night I think what might have been My name is Larry Yount My name is Larry Yount My name is Larry Yount