Poor Boys

Home of the free and land of the brave
Aren’t you the new, and the old ones too
It’s what you make with an open field
Has it been calling now, calling you

Refrain:
Poor boys in love with summertime
Poor boys just don’t know what to do

You love a game where the ball is free
You play it hard, you cover your ground
Out of the park – straight out of the park
You’re friends and rivals in this angry old town

Refrain:

It’s just a game, it’s just a game that you choose.
You are the heroes of the long summer nights
My simple pleasure on a worn-out chair
You are the idols of the fading light

Refrain:

Home of the free and land of the brave
Aren’t you the new, and the old ones too
It’s what you make with an open field
Has it been calling now, calling you
Has it been calling now, calling you, Callin’ you, Callin’ Callin’

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