Catfish

Lazy stadium night

Catfish on the mound.

"Strike three," the umpire said,

Batter have to go back and sit down.

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Catfish, million-dollar-man,

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

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Used to work on Mr. Finley's farm

But the old man wouldn't pay

So he packed his glove and took his arm

An' one day he just ran away.

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Catfish, million-dollar-man,

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

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Come up where the Yankees are,

Dress up in a pinstripe suit,

Smoke a custom-made cigar,

Wear an alligator boot.

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Catfish, million-dollar-man,

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

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Carolina born and bred,

Love to hunt the little quail.

Got a hundred-acre spread,

Got some huntin' dogs for sale.

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Catfish, million-dollar-man,

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

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Reggie Jackson at the plate

Seein' nothin' but the curve,

Swing too early or too late

Got to eat what Catfish serve.

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Catfish, million-dollar-man,

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

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Even Billy Martin grins

When the Fish is in the game.

Every season twenty wins

Gonna make the Hall of Fame.

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Catfish, million-dollar-man,

Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can.

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by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy

Copyright 1975 Ram's Horn Music

First release: The Bootleg Series Volumes 1-3, 1991

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