The Baseball Project - They Don't Know Henry lyrics

As a boy in Mobile I’d go down to Three Mile Creek Spend my time alone All day to fish and think And when I took the field It wasn’t to make friends With a bat in my hands Me alone against them And I already knew I could be the best of all They called me Snowshoes They called me Steppin Fetchit Called me a shuffler Not the sharpest tool in the shed With our lockers in the back Corner of the clubhouse Those Florida Springs They locked us even further out But I already knew I could be the best of all All those hits and home runs They said that they were Hank’s But I won’t regret a one In fact I give thanks And I’m not their boy And I don’t need defending ’Cause they don’t know me, no They don't know Henry They don’t know me, no They don’t know me, no They don’t know me, no They don't know Henry Please don’t ever ask me About Barry Bonds again Why say over and over What I didn’t want to say then And don’t ask me again About Willie or the Babe It was Jackie and Musial if anyone That I hoped to emulate But most of all I always tried to be me And let that color How they chose to see me ’Cause I already knew I could be the best of all All those hits and home runs They said that they were Hank’s But I won’t regret a one In fact I give thanks And I’m not their boy And I don’t need defending ’Cause they don’t know me, no They don't know Henry They don’t know me, no They don’t know me, no They don’t know me, no They don't know Henry They don’t know me, no They don’t know me, no They don’t know me, no They don't know Henry