Lyrics

LOUISVILLE SLUGGER

He took his pick-up truck and run that Pinto off the road
He jumped out with a ball bat and made his presence known
Slammed it on the hood, and he knocked the head lights out
I sat shaking on my bike, my heart was beating loud

He demolished that Pinto with that big old wooden bat
Shoved it in the window and he knocked off the driver’s cap
You want to mess with something? Well, mister mess with that
And all the while this lady she lay screaming in the back

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It was a Louisville Slugger, A Mickey Mantle Model
And it was so much bigger than I was at the time
A Louisville Slugger, Mighty piece of lumber
The kind of bat that I thought, never would be mine

As his wife and her lover drove off in the wreck
He leaned against the truck and he tried to catch his breath
He looked at me and smiled and he handed me that bat
Put that to good use boy, I don’t want it back

I thanked him the best I could and then I rode like mad
To show that Pinto beating bat to every friend I had
It wasn’t me in the mirror; It was DiMaggio or the Babe
That’s got to be the finest swinging bat God ever made

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Now that bat rests peacefully nestled in my closet
Waiting for my boy to grow big enough to use it
Someday I’ll give it to my son and I’ll tell him the story
Of a Pinto and a pick-up truck, and baseball days of glory