Baseball Waltz (Let’s Go To The Ball Park)

Words and music by Tom Rinaldi

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There’s something about looking out on a big field of green
A diamond, four bases, and ninety feet in-between
The players go ‘round with their pant legs rolled up to their knees
The smell of fresh peanuts ‘a roasting is caught in the breeze


Let’s go to the ball park
I haven’t been in a while
I used to watch my favorite slugger
Knock that baseball a mile
Let’s go to the ball park
Let’s be kids again
Hot dogs with mustard
And frozen custard
Just like it was back then


The magic allure of the game is as pure as the snow
With nicknames like Lefty and Dizzy and Murderer’s Row
And nothing’s as pretty as watching the infield “get two”
Or watching a pop up fall out of a big sky of blue


Repeat Chorus


Where else can you go
Where they stop the show
Two-thirds of the way
Just to stretch and sing a song
Before they continue to play?


Repeat Chorus


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Posted 6/5/2009

Published in Ballparks, Songs and Parodies, The Game Itself, Uncategorized, Youth | Link to this poem | 1 Comment

Baseball Waltz (Let’s Go To The Ball Park): 1 Comment

  1. Stephen Jones wrote,

    And the seats will be empty
    so long as $ is the long ball

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