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Written by Andy Daigle

Lyrics

From down the bay in Mobile comes a dignified Southern man.
Despite his poor beginnings, he’d be known across the land.
Oh, he’d be known across the land.

He started hitting bottlecaps with the broken sticks he found.
His name is Henry Aaron, and he was glory bound.
Oh, He was glory bound.
His name was Henry Aaron, and he was glory bound.

Played Semi-pro at 15 with a front foot cross hand swing.
His Mom said finish high school before you do anything.
Oh, before you do anything.

Some scouts saw him playing in the Negro American League.
For fifty dollars more a month he was off to Milwaukee.
Oh, he was off to Milwaukee.
For fifty dollars more a month he was off to Milwaukee.

Two years in the Minors helped him grow up some.
A home run in his first game up was a glimpse of what’s to come.
Oh, was a glimpse of what’s to come.

He played right field in Atlanta in the time of bad Jim Crow.
There were angry taunts and bottles thrown but he never let it show.
No, he never let it show.
He went through a troublin’ time but he never let it show.

In ‘74 he hit seven fifteen. One more than ol’ Babe Ruth.
Though many folks had questioned him, his bat would speak the truth.
Oh, his bat would speak the truth.

Unyielding strength of heart and will, he hit seven fifty-five.
Because he never cheated, the record still survives.
Oh, the record still survives.
Because you never cheated, your record still survives.

He was a man of faith and conscience, spoke equality for all.
He lived the words he stood by until he finally got the call.
Oh, ’til he finally got the call.

Henry Louis Aaron passed away today.
He ran the bases one last time. Now he’s home to stay.
Oh, now he’s home to stay. Gone but not forgotten. Now he’s home to stay.