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3rd Base Dodger Stadium – Ry Cooder

October 17, 2008


Mister, you’re a baseball man, as anyone can plainly see.
The greatest game in this great land. Take a little tip from me.
I work here nights, parking cars, underneath the moon and stars.
The same ones that we all knew back in 1952.
And if you want to know where a local boy like me is coming from:
3rd base, Dodger Stadium.

2nd base, right over there. I see grandma in her rocking chair.
Watching linens flapping in the breeze, and all the fellows choosing up their teams.
Hand over hand on that Louisville. Crowning the top, king of the hill.
Mound to home, sixty feet. Baseball been very good to me.
And if you want to know where a local boy like me is coming from:
3rd base, Dodger Stadium.
3rd base, Dodger Stadium.

Back around the 76 ball, Johnny Greeneyes had his shoeshine stall.
In the middle of the 1st base line, got my first kiss, Florencia was kind.
Now, if the dozer hadn’t taken my yard, you’d see the tree with our initials carved.
So many moments in my memory. Sure was fun, ‘cause the game was free.
It was free.

Hey mister, you seem anxious to go. You’ll find that seat, in the 7th row
Behind home plate, where we used to meet. When we were young, we had dreams.
Just a place you don’t know, up a road you can’t go.
Just a thought, laid to rest in my mind, just a time.
If you care to know where I’m gonna go when I hit my last homerun:
3rd base, Dodger Stadium.

3rd base, Dodger Stadium.
3rd base, Dodger Stadium.

Hey, Mister, you are a baseball man.
Yes, I’m a baseball man myself.
Yes, I’m a baseball man, too.
Baseball been very good to me.
Yes, baseball been very good to me.

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How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times And Live? – Ry Cooder

July 30, 2008

Well, the doctor comes around with a face all bright,
And he says in a little while you’ll be all right.
All he gives is a humbug pill,
A dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

There once was a time when everything was cheap,
But now prices nearly puts a man to sleep.
When we pay our grocery bill,
We just feel like making our will
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

I remember when dry goods were cheap as dirt,
We could take two bits and buy a dandy shirt.
Now we pay ten bucks or more,
Maybe get a shirt that another man wore
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Oh, it’s time for every man to be awake,
We pay fifty cents a pound when we ask for steak.
When we get our package home,
A little wad of paper with gristle and a bone
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?

Most all preachers preach for gold and not for souls,
That’s what keeps a poor man always in a hole.
We can hardly get our breath,
Taxed and schooled and preached to death
Tell me how can a poor man stand such times and live?