Puss Throwin’ Jed Clampett

Come and listen to story about a man named Matt,
A poor scrub pitcher, barely kept his family fed,
Then one day he saw some stone in the ground,
And seemingly overnight he’s the richest player in town.

Stone that is, gray rock, landscaper’s dream.

Well the first thing you know ol Matt may be a billionaire,
Kinfolk said “Wish we wouldn’t have sold that property there”,
Said, “LA Dodgers is the place you ought to be”,
So he loaded up his cleats and went to Vero Beach.

Vero, that is. Palm trees, Tommy Lasorda.

Well now it’s time to say goodbye to Matt and all his rocks,
The next few weeks is about workouts, Ben-Gay, and jocks,
You’re all invited back again to the West Pacific Sea,
To see if Matt makes it or goes on to obscurity.

Scrub, billionaire that is.

Set on the bench a spell, take your glove off

Y’all come back now, y’hear?

Props to Paul Henning, Writer of “The Ballad of Jed Clampett”

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