Buddy knew they’d hit each other
Til the hitting had run out.
Andy knew that hitting had
Pretty much lost it’s clout.
It was hit or be hit.
And once u bin hit upon.
The nights grow dark
The light grows dim
Then, like that!
Your sight is gone.
Your ears shut tight
And though you might
You keep yer squinting eyes so closed
That folks think yer asleep.
Cause they don’t know you keep.
The top ten hits
To then match wits
With the best damn hitters on the block.
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