The Dream Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

His fastball is fading, his sinker is gone
They sent him doun to the minors 'cause he wore out his arm
But his eyes shine brighter than the young kids' it seems
So he keeps on playing, holding on to the dream

Lord knows that it ain't for the money
Cause he's broke almost every day
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play

He's been in the saddle since he was a kid
The rodeo came but he keeps it well hid
And someday he'll have to set his pony free
But 'til he does he'll be riding the dream

Lord knows that it ain't for the money
'cause he's broke almost every day
And it ain't for the fame or the glory
Guess he'll do it cause he still loves to play;
Guess he'll do it, cause he still loves to play

We ain't getting no younger and that is the truth
But these games we keep playin,' they're our fountain of youth
From boston to boulder and down to orleans
From highlights to lowlife and everything in between