Louisville Slugger ©Skeen/Lenahan/Althammer/Fekkos Ash tree from the Catskills. Floated down to Louisville. Turned down on a lathe. And they burned in that name. Louisville Slugger. And it found its way to me. Underneath the Christmas tree. When I was Eight years old. I begged Santa Cause Please tell my mother. (CHORUS) In my dreams it seemed so real. Bottom of the ninth at Wrigley Field. I was staring at a 3 -2 count, Bases loaded and I knocked it out With my Louisville Slugger. I took it everywhere I went. Most nights I even slept with it. Daddy used to laugh. Said it was attached To my shoulder. That spring of 68. Daddy took me to the game I was sitting in the stands And in my hands was my Louisville Slugger. (CHORUS) Well, the big leagues never called. Now it hangs on my son's wall. On the end of it Hangs my old rawlings mit. Sometimes I wonder. (CHORUS) In my dreams it still seems real. Bottom of the ninth at Wrigley Field. He's staring at a 3-2 count. Bases loaded, I watch him knock it out. With my Louisville Slugger. (TAG) Ash tree from the Catskills. Floated down to Louisville. Turned down on a lathe And they burned on that name. Louisville Slugger.
