[Intro]
1, 2, 3, 4
[Verse 1]
Well, my name is Russell Perry
And I hail from Tennessee
There's a million other fool rednecks
Roaming the hills like me
I come with no credentials
Can make no claim to fame
And I can throw a fastball
By any man who ever stepped up to the plate
[Verse 2]
I left home when I was sixteen
There was not much left to do
You could kick around on the farm teams
Sleep in those motel rooms
You were handing out gospel tracts one night after the game
So we compared our notes and dreams
And we found they were substantially the same
[Verse 3]
Well, my fastball would not fail me
See, I was earning much respect
Setting my eyes on a little
Major league prospect
You know, there never was a problem three good low inside pitches wouldn't take right out
Except this one little problem, honey well, quite frankly
It's hard to talk about
1, 2, 3, 4
[Verse 1]
Well, my name is Russell Perry
And I hail from Tennessee
There's a million other fool rednecks
Roaming the hills like me
I come with no credentials
Can make no claim to fame
And I can throw a fastball
By any man who ever stepped up to the plate
[Verse 2]
I left home when I was sixteen
There was not much left to do
You could kick around on the farm teams
Sleep in those motel rooms
You were handing out gospel tracts one night after the game
So we compared our notes and dreams
And we found they were substantially the same
[Verse 3]
Well, my fastball would not fail me
See, I was earning much respect
Setting my eyes on a little
Major league prospect
You know, there never was a problem three good low inside pitches wouldn't take right out
Except this one little problem, honey well, quite frankly
It's hard to talk about
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