From Cobb to Kell to
Kaline
They played between the
white lines
True as summer sunshine
In this town of wheels;
There was Greenburg, York and Heilman
Gehringer and Cochrane
And though the names have
changed
The game they play remains
the same;
Handed down by father's
father's
Unto their sons and daughters
So many did they claim
Into that Hall of Fame
With the pride to be the
best
With the big D on their
chest
They gave all that they
had
Nothing more and nothing
less;
CHORUS:
Here's to the boys
who play the game
In the city known as Detroit
The Tigers are their name
Here's to the ones who
gave their all
A dream to win the pennant
And that classic in the
fall;
BRIDGE:
Is it really just a game
they play?
Our national pastime
I thank the Lord for Mr.
Doubleday
Harwell, Kell and ol' Kaline;
From Cobb to Kell to
Kaline
They played between the
white lines
True as summer sunshine
In this town of wheels;
The Bird, the Rock, the
Mick
Horton, Cash and Dick
Freehan is at the hub
And ol' Mayo has the trick;
CHORUS:
Here's to the Boys who play the game
In the city known as Detroit
The Tigers are their name
Here's to the ones who gave their all
A dream to win the pennant
And that classic in the fall;
MUSICAL MODULATION:
Now it's Jack and Dan and Willy
Sweet Lou, Tram and Gibby
From springtime through the fall
The Bless you boys were standing tall;
We're in good hands with Sparky
Our Mornings with McCarthy
And our old buddy Ernie
Is the best to give the call;
CHORUS:
Here's to the boys who play the game
In the city known as Detroit
The Tigers are their name
There's GM, Ford and fire brewed Stroh's
And the Great Lakes for us all
And this team known as the Tiger's are the greatest of them all
Here's to the boys who play the game...............
