Tom Flannery - The Show lyrics

Can't lift my arm to comb my hair Just one more game to get back up there Fastball dragging some at 85 Slept in ice the entire 12 hour drive We come overnight from Omaha With that hanging curve sticking in my craw Out in front he ripped it down the line And for me it was miller time The kids they all call me old man I try to help 'em when I can Sometimes I catch 'em when they stare They're thinking what the hell were you doing up there? About the show this much is clear It's better up there than it is down here Went into Wrigley and I mowed 'em down And I was the talk of Houston town Just one more day in the show To savor when I go If you let me grow old I'll do it gracefully Paint the corners black just wait and see Down here time moves so slow Just one more day in the show I could make that radar gun dance Going every 4th day without a backward glance 6 and 2 by the end of May Everyone lining up to hear what I had to say In Philly I landed funny off the mound That's where I heard the popping sound Now it was cortizone and daily ma** With a fastball that couldn't break gla** Lost 7 of 9 thowing mostly junk Mopped up a few when my sinker sunk Then they sent me down hoping for the best 5 years on I still can't rest I go Thursday night in Abeliene With a lot of phone calls in between My little girl says daddy when you coming home I tell her sweetheart I just don't know Just one more day in the show To savor when I go If you let me grow old I'll do it gracefully Paint the corners black just wait and see Down here time moves so slow Just one more day in the show