D A7 Dmaj7 There were two men down G D7 G And the score was tied E7 F#m D Bm7 In the bottom of the eighth Dm6 A When the pitcher died A7 D A7 Dmaj7 And they laid his spikes G D7 G On the pitcher's mound E7 F#m D Bm7 And his uni-form was torn Dm6 And his number was left on the ground E Am F Am Then the night turned cold Bbmaj7 Colder than the moon Gm Dm The stars were white as bones Bmaj7 The stadium was old E Older than the screams A Older than the teams D A7 Dmaj7 There were three men down G D7 G And the season lost E7 Bm Em Bbmaj7 And the tarpaulin was ro---lled D A7 Dmaj7 Upon the winter frost G D7 G D7 G D Em A DBack to document index