I remember when I was a lad
A fam'ly baseball team we had
We held games each Sunday out in our back yard
Mom and Pop, us seven kids
Always had a good time, yes, we surely did..
And learned a lot about life and family values
Playin' hard..

Daddy's First Base, Mama's on second
Me and little Bubba were left and right field
Amos bagged at third, shortstop was Cole
Judy used to pitch, and her arm was strong,
Sue at centerfield threw long,
Patrick would catch,
That family ball team gave us soul..

Challenged neighbors, out of town teams
If we'd win we'd get ice cream..
Daddy's First Base, Mama's on second
Me and little Bubba were left and right field
Our whole family was a team...

Became the custom, after church
For all those gloves and bats we'd search
Wood and leather smacked across that Field of Dreams
Now, Mama and Pop have passed and gone
But that old custom carries on
And there's enough kin that we could supply three baseball teams

Daddy's First Base, Mama's on second
Although, just in spirit, we feel their presence
Neices, nephews, and cousins, all around..
In years ahead, when we all have passed
Our old team will play again, at last
With the Lord, himself, as the umpire at the mound

Up in Heaven, playin' baseball..
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye
Daddy's First Base, Mama's on second
Me and little Bubba at left and right field,
In the sky, Lord, in the sky
In the sky, Lord, in.... the....sky...