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>>A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request >>By Steve Goodman >> >>By the shores of old Lake Michigan >>Where the "hawk wind" blows so cold >>An old Cub fan lay dying >>In his midnight hour that tolled >>Round his bed, his friends had all gathered >>They knew his time was short >>And on his head they put this bright blue cap from his >>all-time favorite sport >> >>He told them, >>"It's late and it's getting dark in here >>And I know it's time to go >>But before I leave the line-up >>Boys, there's just one thing I'd like to know" >> >>Do they still play the blues in Chicago >>When baseball season rolls around? >>When the snow melts away, >>Do the Cubbies still play >>In their ivy covered burial ground? >>When I was a boy they were my pride and joy >>But now they only bring fatigue >>To the home of the brave >>The land of the free >>And the doormat of the National League >> >>Told his friends >>"You know the law of averages says: >>Anything will happen that can." >>That's what it says. >>"But the last time the Cubs won a National League >>pennant >>Was the year we dropped the bomb on Japan" >> >>The Cubs made me a criminal >>Sent me down a wayward path >>They stole my youth from me >>(that's the truth) >>I'd forsake my teachers >>To go sit in the bleachers >>In flagrant truancy >>and then one thing led to another >>and soon I'd discovered alcohol, gambling, dope >>football, hockey, lacrosse, tennis >>But what do you expect, >>When you raise up a young boys hopes >>And then just crush 'em like so many paper beer cups. >> Year after year after year after year, >>after year, after year, after year, after year >>'Til those hopes are just so much popcorn for the >>pigeons beneath the 'EL' tracks to eat >> >>He said "You know I'll never see Wrigley Field, >>anymore before my eternal rest >>So, if you have your pencils and your scorecards >>ready, and I'll read you my last request" >> >>He said, "Give me a double header funeral in Wrigley >>Field >>On some sunny weekend day (no lights) >>Have the organ play the National Anthem >>and then a little "na, na, na, na, hey hey, hey, >>Goodbye" >>Make six bullpen pitchers carry my coffin and six >>ground keepers clear my path >>Have the umpires bark me out at every base >>In all their holy wrath >>Its a beautiful day for a funeral, >>Hey Ernie lets play two! >>Somebody go get Jack Brickhouse to come back, >>and conduct just one more interview >>Have the Cubbies run right out into the middle of the >>field, >>Have Keith Moreland drop a routine fly >>Give everybody two bags of peanuts and a frosty malt >>And I'll be ready to die >> >>Build a big fire on home plate out of your Louisville >>Sluggers baseball bats, >>And toss my coffin in >>Let my ashes blow in a beautiful snow >>From the prevailing 30 mile an hour southwest wind >>When my last remains go flying over the left field >wall >>Will bid the bleacher bums adieu >>And I will come to my final resting place, >>Out on Waveland Avenue >> >>The dying man's friends told him to cut it out They >>said stop it that's an awful shame >>He whispered, "Don't Cry, we'll meet by and by near >>the Heavenly Hall of Fame" >>He said, "I've got season's tickets to watch the >>Angels now, So its just what I'm going to do >>He said, "but you the living, you're stuck here with >>the Cubs, So its me that feels sorry for you! >>And he said, "Ahh Play, play that lonesome losers >>tune, That's the one I like the best >>And he closed his eyes, and slipped away >>What we got is the Dying Cub Fan's Last Request >> >>And here it is >> >>Do they still play the blues in Chicago >>When baseball season rolls around? >>When the snow melts away, >>Do the Cubbies still play >>In their ivy covered burial ground? >>When I was a boy they were my pride and joy >>But now they only bring fatigue >>To the home of the brave >>The land of the free >>And the doormat of the National League

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