D   A7  Dmaj7  
There were two men down  
        G     D7  G    
And the score was tied  
E7        F#m    D      Bm7  
   In the bottom of the eighth  
         Dm6     A      
When the pitcher died  
 
 A7          D    A7  Dmaj7  
    And they laid his spikes  
       G    D7   G      
On the pitcher's mound  
E7         F#m D        Bm7   
   And his uni-form was torn  
        Dm6           
And his number was left on the ground  
 
E        Am    F      Am     
Then the night turned cold  
Bbmaj7            
Colder than the moon  
    Gm                  Dm  
The stars were white as bones  
    Bmaj7             
The stadium was old  
E                        
Older than the screams  
A                
Older than the teams  
 
           D     A7  Dmaj7  
There were three men down  
        G  D7  G   
And the season lost  
E7         Bm            Em   Bbmaj7    
   And the tarpaulin was ro---lled  
  D      A7     Dmaj7    
Upon the winter frost  
 
G D7  G D7 G D Em  A  D