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When he was a kid, he'd be up at five
Take shots till eight and make the thing drive
Out after school and back on ice
That was his life, he was gonna play
In the Big League

Oh-oh-oh... the Big League

Not many ways out of this cold northern town
You work in the mill and get laid in the ground
And if you're gonna jump, it will be with the game
Real fast and tough is the only clear lane
To the Big League

Ah-ah...

My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna turn some heads
My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna knock 'em dead

Ah-ah... the Big League

All the right moves when he turned eighteen
Scholarship and school on a big U.S. team
Out with his girl near Lake McClean
Hit a truck doing seventy in the wrong lane
To the Big League

Ah-ah...

My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna turn some heads
My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna knock 'em dead

Ah-ah...

Never can tell what might come down
You never can tell how much you got
Just don't know, no, you never can tell

Hey!

Sometimes at night I can hear the ice crack
It sounds like thunder and it rips through my back
Sometimes in the morning I still hear the sound
Ice meets metal, "Can't you drive me down
To the Big League?"

Ah-ah...

My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna turn some heads
My boy's gonna play in the Big League
My boy's gonna knock 'em dead

Ah-ah-ah...

Never can tell what might come down
You never can tell when you might check out
Just don't know, no, you never can tell
So do right to others like you do to yourself
In the Big League

Ah-ah... the Big League
Ah... the Big League

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