Whitey & Harry

Moonlight on the mountains
North Carolina two-lane
Trying to find a ballgame
No matter how bad the reception
Whitey, man, I miss you
When I listen to the Phillies
And there’s Harry going on without you
Harry… good old Harry
Radio under my pillow
Kept me up on school nights
The ballgames from the west coast
Wouldn’t start until eleven
Whitey, man, I miss you
When I listen to the Phillies
And there’s Harry going on without you
For the first time since I was seven
We wore red, the thousands of us
Who’d come to say goodbye & pay their last respects
This tough town really loved you
I saw grown men who wept
Bats & spikes & flowers
Made a shrine around your casket
And I signed in in the guestbook
As the line filed past it
Whitey, man, I miss you
When I listen to the Phillies
And there’s Harry going on without you
Harry… good old Harry