Angels of Fenway James Taylor

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[Verse 1 - James Taylor]
86 summers gone by
Bambino put a hex on the Bean
We were living on a tear and a sigh
In the shadow of the Bronx machine
Man, you could feel it smoulder
The whole town had an attitude
Then you'd get a little chip on your shoulder
Say something that's downright rude
Oh, damn them Yankees
Outspending everybody two to one
Picking up on the cream of the crop
Stealing everyone's favorite son

[Chorus - James Taylor and Choir]
Angels of Fenway, hear our prayer
We have been chastened
We have been patient

[Verse 2 - James Taylor]
Grandmama was a Fenway fan
Even after Grandad died
I still remember her holding my hand
Taking me along for the ride
She was born in 1918
Last year that the Red Sox won
Back then when they sold the Babe
Something that they never should've ever have done