I was raised in this mill hill town That's where my family settled down, Daddy worked the mill like the folks we knew. And when I grew up, I'd work there, too. But in high school, on the baseball team, I threw a no-hitter against The Rebels one Spring. Scouts came around… Soon I was packing up to leave this town.
Spent two years in Florida, one out West, Small town, I'd been the very best. But it turned out my best wasn't good enough, After spring training, I got cut. So I tucked my tail and came back home. Just to find out the mill was gone
CHORUS The tallest building in our town is empty as a shell, The houses all around it are emptying as well. I'm just gathering stones down by the pike. Tonight, I'll be out there throwing strikes.
I crack open a beer in an overgrown field. Stare up at that forgotten mill 48 windows, each with 36 panes, No fancy stuff, just a strong-armed aim. Like flying 'cross that plate on opening night As the sound of breaking glass cuts the quiet.
Cops roll by me, they don't even care. Yeah, it's almost like this place ain't even there.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
