I have heard several comments following yesterday’s services about “Leave it on the Field”. I am going to attempt to put the song on here as well as the lyrics. Also, this is the demo recording of my dad singing the song. Here goes nothing:
Leave it on the Field
Words and music by Gary Driskell
Throwin’ it around in the mile-high field in my back yard
with a path worn from runnin’ and slidin’
Baseball was young in this city
But daddy came from a place where you learned it like readin’ and writin’
My friend was Larry Walker and I was Todd Helton
My brother was Dante Bichette
Daddy was pitcher, scorekeeper, umpire and coach
And before every game this is the speech we’d get
Make sure to leave it on the field
Cause son, you just never know
when it’ll be the last pitch, the last hit
The last time around the bases
So take it to the wall
Cause boy, you don’t ever want to think
maybe you’d've done this, or could’ve won that
if only you’d pressed a little harder
There are no guarantees so whatever you’ve got
Leave it on the field
Leave it on the field
Movin’ around in my high-school years
We made our home near the Turnpike on the west side of Bean Town
I still had a dream of what I wanted to be
And so I worked on my game from sun-up to sundown
Oh, to play where Yastrzemski and Williams and Manny
have blasted ‘em from Fisk’s to Pesky’s pole
But I knew it was a long shot so with every chance that I got
I took to the game with daddy’s words still my goal
Make sure to leave it on the field
Cause son, you just never know
when it’ll be the last slide, the last dive
The last time to get your game on
So take it to the wall
Cause boy, you don’t ever want to think
maybe you’d've done this, or could’ve won that
if only you’d dug a little deeper
There are no guarantees so whatever you’ve got
Leave it on the field
And I know there’ll be a someday when all I can do
is point to the pictures on the walls
But while I am here I’m gonna still lean my ear
Where the voice of my father still calls
CHORUS
Please Enjoy!
Grace and Peace,
Joel
