Текст песни Larry Yount (The Baseball Project) с переводом

My name is Larry Yount

And my story doesn’t rise

Like a ripple on the tide

Late at night I think what might have been

What might have been

The older of two brothers

And the first to break from home

After years down in the minors

Called up to the Astrodome

Houston, I was warming in the pen

Skipper said it’s time to come in

I took my warmup tosses

And I felt something snap

They pulled me out and they sat me down and

That was that

I never made it to the bigs again

That’s where the story ought to end

My name is Larry Yount

And my story doesn’t rise

Like a ripple on the tide

Late at night I think what might have been

What might have been

The reason you might know my name

Is because of my brother’s fame

Three years past my one day in the show

Robin got called up and he never let it go

After 20 years had passed

3000 hits had been amassed

Robin hit the Hall of Fame and immortality

Some band wrote a song about me

My name is Larry Yount

And my story doesn’t rise

Like a ripple on the tide

Late at night I think what might have been

What might have been

Sometimes at the holidays

We’ll sit there with our kids

They walk past all the trophies

And ask 'bout the things he did

«Uncle Robin, what’s it like?

Uncle Robin, tell us more

About the World Series games

And statistics and the scores»

Sometimes it tears me up inside

Though I can’t help but feel pride

I find I’m back in Houston once again

Thinking 'bout the things that might have been

My name is Larry Yount

And my story doesn’t rise

Like a ripple on the tide

Late at night I think what might have been

My name is Larry Yount

My name is Larry Yount

My name is Larry Yount

Перевод песни Larry Yount