Tom: G major
Verse 1
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So here's a letter to Zito.
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G
Am
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Well, Zito, I hear them talking
Am
They're saying you're done
Got a rusted up gun
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G
and hid in the locker room of her son.
Well, let me tell you a story
about a group of old boys
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who just loved playing ball.
They called themselves the Wahoos
Am
and they'd roam town to town
Playin' their baseball
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in any town that they found
They'd walk for miles,
Sleep under the stars,
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dreamin' up the next game
When they'd wake in the morning,
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they'd shake off that dew
There come a whirlwind of ash wood
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in every town they booked through
They had ground balls for breakfast,
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they had fly balls for lunch
They loved victory for dinner,
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sometimes it weren't much
They answered to no man,
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they were free like the wind
They had each other's backs,
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they were each other's kin
The only thing they lived for
Baseball, that's all it was,
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their God -given call
So Zito, my brother,
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well this is your time
Fuck all those yahoos,
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Em
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Concedo, you'll be just fine
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Just fuck all those yahoos
Remember the wahoos
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Em
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Concedo, you'll be just fine
You'll be just fine
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