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Words & music by paul simon

There were two men down
And the score was tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died

And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uni-form was torn
And his number was left on the ground

Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
The stars were white as bones
The stadium was old
Older than the screams
Older than the teams
There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was rolled
Upon the winter frost
Words & music by paul simon      There were two men down   And the score was tied   In the bottom of the eighth   When the pitcher died      And they laid his spikes   On the pitcher's mound   And his uni-form was torn   And his number was left on the ground      Then the night turned cold   Colder than the moon   The stars were white as bones   The stadium was old   Older than the screams   Older than the teams   There were three men down   And the season lost   And the tarpaulin was rolled   Upon the winter frost
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