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