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Travelin’ Nine Band Music & Words by: Jake Speed

Their bats are splintered.
Their hats are torn.
Their uniforms look like they’ve been through war.
Their cleats are beat.
Their hair is tossed.
They’re one strike away from totally lost.

But deep down inside there’s a baseball drive that’s do or die.

Chorus:
“Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” the townsfolk cry.
 “Here they come; it’s the Travelin’ Nine.
Rounding the country on a baseball drive.

“Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” It’s the Travelin’ Nine.

Who’s on First? It’s the old Professor.
He’s got a bad eye, but his good eye’ll get ya.
On the Second base bag with the big mustache,
It’s Tales who wails while everyone bats.

There’s Doc, working on Third, swooping up hits in a fit like a bow-legged bird.

Chorus:
 “Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” the townsfolk cry.
 “Here they come; it’s the Travelin’ Nine.
Rounding the country on a baseball drive.
“Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” It’s the Travelin’ Nine.

There’s Soapbox Stephens cleaning up Short.
He’s double-play trouble - call him “Bubbles” for short.
Scribe is in Center writing letters in his mind.
Got the brain of Mark Twain, but the body of a giant.

Crazy Feet’s a fox in Left, chasing balls, and Woody’s in Right and he can’t go wrong.

Chorus:
 “Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” the townsfolk cry.
 “Here they come; it’s the Travelin’ Nine.
Rounding the country on a baseball drive.
 “Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” It’s the Travelin’ Nine.

Bridge:
Happy’s on the mound with his frown in a smile.
He can windmill the pill a mile.
Behind the dish, behind the mask,
It’s Miss Elizabeth, shh, don’t ask.

Every single one of the Travelin’ Nine
Lay it on the line when they hit the diamond.
Every single one of the Travelin’ Nine
Play like today is a do or die.

Chorus:
“Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” the townsfolk cry.
 “Here they come; it’s the Travelin’ Nine.
Rounding the country on a baseball drive.
 “Hip, Hip, Huzzah!” It’s the Travelin’ Nine.


Players:
Jake Speed – vocals, guitar, washboard, watering can
Justin Todhunter – vocals,mandolin
Chris Werner – upright bass

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by:
Chris Werner
Recorded at “Go To Your Room Studio” in Northside, Ohio

Copyright © 2008 Jake Speed

Graham Slam Music & Words by: Jake Speed

He’s got the eye of Ty Cobb. He’s got the will of Pete Rose.
He’s got a streak running through him like Joe DiMaggio.
He slugs like the Babe; runs like Shoeless Joe,
And added all up - he’s only seven years old.

 “Hey Batter Batter -  step into the box.”
He’s little as a fiddle, but he swings like an ox.
He’s a half-pint pup with a ten-gallon bat.
Ain’t a hitter in the litter that can get her done like that.

Chorus:
He’s a Humdinger, Big Swinger,
Look Out! Look Out! He’s a Home Run Ringer.
He’s a Cloud Clipper, Round-Tripper.
This Kid’s a hit! He’s a Graham Slam Swinger.

With the whip of the willow, with the swing of the bat,
It’s a crack, boom, slap, zoom, just like that.
Higher and higher it zips down the line.
It’s a Graham Slam, Thank You Ma’am ride to the sky.

Chorus:
He’s a Humdinger, Big Swinger,
Look Out! Look Out! He’s a Home Run Ringer.
He’s a Cloud Clipper, Round-Tripper.
This Kid’s a hit! He’s a Graham Slam Swinger.

Bridge:
Leggit, Leggit round them bases. Watch out! Watch him go.
Send him! Send him! Wave him straight on home.

Chorus:
He’s a Humdinger, Big Swinger,
Look Out! Look Out! He’s a Home Run Ringer.
He’s a Cloud Clipper, Round-Tripper.
This Kid’s a hit! He’s a Graham Slam Swinger.


Players:
Jake Speed – vocals, guitar,washboard
Justin Todhunter – vocals, mandolin
“Kentucky” Graham – tenor guitar
Chris Werner – upright bass

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by: Chris Werner
Recorded at “Go To Your Room Studio” in Northside, Ohio

Copyright © 2008 Jake Speed

Called Up Music & Words by: Jake Speed

If we could just play one more game of catch
In the backyard by the old worn path,
Would Heaven let you out for something like that?

If you could show me your curve ball one more time;
Hit me grounders just before suppertime,
Would Heaven let you out for something like that?

Chorus:
I wish they never would’ve called you up to the Big League in the Sky.
I wish they never would’ve called you up and left me here behind.
I practice every day just the way you taught me to.
If I could get a little better, maybe Heaven would call me up too.

If I could swing the bat like you showed me how
And hit a rainmaker into the clouds,
Would Heaven let me in for something like that?

If I could loosen the cannon; let the windmill fly;
Let it ride like a train headed to the sky,
Would Heaven let me in for something like that?

Players:
Jake Speed – vocals, guitar
Justin Todhunter – vocals, mandolin, steel guitar
Chris Werner – upright bass

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by: Chris Werner
Recorded at “Go To Your Room Studio” in Northside, Ohio
Copyright © 2008 Jake Speed