The Good Lord Was Good To Me.

He (bill Terry) Once Hit A Ball Between My Legs So Hard That My Center-fielder Caught It On The Fly Backing Up Against The Wall.

The Good Lord Was Good To Me. He Gave Me A Strong Body, A Good Right Arm, And A Weak Mind.

The Pitcher Wound Up And He Flang The Ball At The Batter. The Batter Swang And Missed. The Pitcher Flang The Ball Again And This Time The Batter Connected. He Hit A High Fly Right To The Center Fielder. The Center Fielder Was All Set To Catch The Ball, But At The Last Minute His Eyes Were Blound By The Sun And He Dropped It.

I Know Who's The Best Pitcher I Ever See And It's Old Satchel Paige, That Big Lanky Colored Boy. My Fastball Looks Like A Change Of Pace Alongside That Little Pistol Bullet Ole Satchel (paige) Shoots Up To The Plate.

Me And Paul (dean) Will Probably Win Forty Games (they Won Forty-nine).