Songs about Baseball

Howevs, I prefer the Ultramgnetic MCs “Saga of Dandy, the Devil and Day” about the Negro Leagues featuring the greatest rapper ever KOOL KEITH

kool keith]
Why don’t y’all play that pitch
The right manager gonna be in the game

[moe love]
It’s the top of the ninth
Josh gibson is at the plate
The bases are loaded, it’s a three and two count
And here’s the pitch

[kool keith]
Steppin up to the plate, first batter

[moe love]
Kool keith

[kool keith]
Black baseball, it was a known fact jack
With the weather so hot, who could play like danny day
The greatest and the best, like the satchel brother paige
Long tom and little bomb, in the hall of fame
Like josh and bunt, be alert, duck
Everybody was down for beer and peanuts
Foxes in their sunday’s best, their brightest dress

[moe love]
And on deck, ced g

[ced g]
Now baseball today troop, is mostly not racial
But back in the days it was all segregated
The whites had the majors and then the blacks had the negro leagues
They both had great talent but then us blacks have no history
Of all our great players, the teams in the ballpark
But we’re here to shed light, restore the glory they haven’t got

Black baseball, they paved the way
With players like dandy, the devil, and day
(repeat 3x)
Black baseball

[moe love]
Bring er home

[ced g]
Now the ballparks they played in was very far from a stadium
They only sat hundreds troops as opposed to the thousands
But the stands they was packed, for the league that was fat
With teams like the baccarats and the homestead grays
The eagles and many more, came ready to play
In cities like birmingham, newark and chi-town
The bus trips were very long, paychecks would bring a frown
But not to these players, cause they really loved baseball
You could ban them from majors, but not from the game
With players like leon day, who pitched almost every day
His arm would hold up, blowin hitters with smoke away
And then there was bullet joe, also was smokey joe
King richard and savateen, and brothers like ed pole
Next, batter up!

[moe love]
Bring it home keith!

[kool keith]
They took the long great line that was so fine
Super and strong to play, three games a day
Hey hey, thunder twins are up and gonna win again
Make the other players say “oh him again!”
But whattya know?

[ced g]
Black baseball (baseball) they paved the way
With players like dandy, the devil, and day
(repeat 3x)
Black baseball (baseball)

[kool keith]
Poppa bell was cool, broke any catcher’s rule
On the base, at night, total speed rip the light
Comin past flick flash he was so fast
Scouts watchin in awe at what they saw
The best in the game, it’s a shame, you don’t know
Alex and double duty, and don’t forget juty
Talent was there, and it was black

[ced g]
Give them their credit folks, and build em a hall of fame
Where legends can rest, with uniforms and the whole shebang
And honor the players, coaches fans and the ballparks
From the giants or phillies, to the new york like yankees
The pittsburgh crawfords, yeah they don’t have to thank me
Just thank the red bull’s, just thank the abe manley’s
Just thank rufus lewis, a few names that grab me

Black baseball (baseball) they paved the way
With players like dandy, the devil, and day
(repeat 4x)
Black baseball (baseball)

[moe love]
And we’re out

[kool keith]
And we’re gone

one actual blues song (Van Lingle Mungo), two that are folk-based, and a novelty patter song.

There are only two actual rock songs, if you consider disco a bastard son of rock.

I didn’t include everything I found, just a few.

Would it make you happy if I included Yankee Daddy’s “Rompe”?

 Swing is also a foundation of rock.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDJjyoYLxAA

still one of my favorite songs.

A sample is available here:
http://www.amazon.com/Talkin-Baseball-California-Anaheim-Version/dp/B0011ZP9IQ/ref=pd_sim_dmusic_4

The Angels came in ‘61
To play in California’s sun
Bill Rigney was the Manager that year
Daddy Wags could hit the pill
Take a Chance up on the hill
And junior circuit baseball was finally here

Talkin’ Baseball, Bilko Bo Belinsky
Angel Baseball, Pearson and Osinsky
Rick Reichardt and Fregosi on the scene
Jim Spencer, “The Singer Throwing Machine”
Talkin’ Baseball, the California team

The Halos’ wings were up and down
But Johnson won The Batting Crown
The locals were all taken by The Express
There was never a lack of cash in the Angel saddlebags
And in ’79 Gene Autry rode his Champion of the West

Talkin’ Baseball, Mick “The Quick” and Lyman
Angel Baseball, Vada, Chalk and Ryan
McMullen, Figueroa and Fairley
Don Baylor, he was an MVP
Talkin’ Baseball, The California team

When you’re Talkin’ Angel baseball,
Lee Thomas and Bob Knoop
Clyde Wright won twenty games
Messersmith he did the same
Ryan’s four no-hitters in three years
The batters were in tears

Scioscia has ambition
And with the Angels’ ammunition
They’re aiming for the Series in the Fall
We’ve got Kennedy and Scott
And "The Rally Monkey’s" hot
Tim Salmon’s fine in Anaheim
So let’s play ball

Talkin’ Baseball, Anderson and Gil
Angel Baseball, Jarrod Washburn on the hill
Darin, Glaus and Eckstein on the scene
Percivil and Ortiz have the steam
Talkin’ Baseball, The California team

He was like, “whattya mean ‘left and gone away? I’m Mr. Coffee dammit’” Someone had to explain to him that it meant he was the last American hero. What an ass.

Maybe I should, though.

I looked for something country but I couldn’t find anything by Lyle Lovett.

Damn I hate that song!

a greater atrocity.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2RNfhhlY-Y

Lyrics to “Past Time”

When Campy Campaneris played all nine positions in a game.
When Pete Rose demolished Ray Fosse he was never the same.
31 wins and an album on Capitol for Denny McLain.
So long ago, so long, Pastime, are you
past your prime?

The DiMaggios, Shoeless Joe, Minnie Minoso, Yo La
Tengo.
Luis Aparicio and Nellie Fox made the Sox go go. The sideburns of Pepitone and Oscar Gamble’s afro.

So long ago, so long, Pastime, are you past your prime?

One thing you can say about time is that it always passes.
One thing you can say about the game is that it’s not getting any faster.
You can get tangled up in a ball of rubber bands and twine, the cowhide and pine tar, snuff, spit and chalk dust lines.

Two round-trippers and a nohitter, that’s Rick Wise (not Bobby Wine).
So long ago, so long, Pastime, are you past your prime?

Honestly I do not know.

“San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay…”