Who's That Man

(Brian Hendrix)

I love a good baseball song. There have been quite a few that really stand out for me. This is a baseball song, but it goes much deeper. It's about a boy who plays baseball with his friends over the summer, and the same old man is always in the stands rooting them on. Who is that man? The song eventually reveals the mystery.

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He was roundin' third and headed home
Hearing cheers roar from the stands
Slid in the dirt, and won the day 
Everybody clapped their hands 
'Cept one old man behind home plate
He always watched so quiet 
But when Billy scored that winnin' run
The man had tears fillin' up his eyes

(Chorus) 
The old park down on Clover Street
Rusty bleachers, where the boys would meet
Three times every single week 
Along with their biggest fan 
The bats would crack, the balls would fly
Billy didn't always win, but he always tried
He always took it all in stride 
But he wondered, "Who's that man?"
They all wondered, "Who's that man?"

Was the end of August speedin' near
The boys of summer windin' down 
Near that time to head back to school
So there were fewer in the crowd
Billy stepped up to that plate
Down two, top of the ninth 
All he could see was that old man
Who then smiled and winked his eye

(Chorus) 

Billy struck out, kicked the dirt
Stormed away and flung his bat
But before he got back to the bench
The old man's hand was on his back
He said, "Son, you're just like your daddy
All spitfire for the win 
I remember watching him at your age
And, my God, do you look like him" 

(Chorus) 

"Sir, how did you know my daddy?"
Billy asked of that old man 
He dried his eyes and cleared his throat
And held tight to Billy's hand
Said, "Your daddy was my son, boy 
Sorry I've been so long away 
So much I gave up from the past
I get back when I watch you play" 

(Chorus) 
The old park down on Clover Street
Rusty bleachers, where the boys would meet
Three times every single week 
Along with their biggest fan 
The bats would crack, the balls would fly
Billy didn't always win, but he always tried
He always took it all in stride 
But he wondered, "Who's that man?"
Now Billy knows, it's his granddad 
Now Billy knows, it's his granddad
© Brian Hendrix 2020