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Lyrics
Why Cana€™t I
(J. D'Agostino/Bill Maier) ©2010 615-383-1607
Bottom of the ninth, game tied, daddy coaching down the third base line
Bobby tapped the plate, dug in, hit a couple of fouls, then his big
swing missed
Started crying on the way home,
Said, a€œIf I cana€™t hit the curve, I can't ever go proa€
Dad pulled the car to the side of the road, said, a€œgrab your dreams,
boy, and never let goa€, And just say
Why can't I, Be whatever I want to be
Why cana€™t I, Aina€™t nobody stopping me
Work hard, aim high, Give it a good old American try
Dona€™t say I can't, Say why can't Ia€
Then at seventeen, Bobby, was sitting face to face with Mr. Krieg
Said hea€™s think bouta€™ pre-law,
College advisor shuts the door
Smiles and says a€œyou know Ia€™m here to help,
But youa€™re digging for a dollar in a wishing well.
Youa€™re G.P.A. is saying two year school.
Save your money boy, dona€™t be a fool.a€
And Bobby said
Why can't I, Be whatever I want to be
Why cana€™t I, Isn't that what you say to me
Work hard, aim high, Give it a good old American try
If you say I can't, I'll say why can't I
Ten years later Bobby's daddy calls
Says, "They shut down the mill for a
Big Box Mall
Can't find a job, everybody's gone green
You know... Ia€™ve always wanted to teach
Too bad I can't go back and get my degreea€¦I'd be fifty- three
Bobby said, "a great man once told me, you gotta say
(Repeat 1st chorus)
