Praying for the Yankees

If I had a million dollars

When I'd probably just give it all away

And I guess I'd have to have a secretary

To respond to all the love it would create

I been praying for the Yankees

I been trying to figure out all these dreams

I am numb from these Georgia Water Skiers

Who seem to take away, take away everything

I love the non-essential players

Ah... The ones who hardley get a chance to play

I been praying for the Yankees

And it's a cloudy... summer day

Sammy called me just this morning

Said the wife was sending fax's on the sly

Bless her heart... she's from Alabama

And she's pretty; ah she's pretty as the Alabama skies

I been praying for the Yankees

I been trying to figure out all these dreams

I am numb from these Georgia Water Skiers

Who seem to take away, take away everything

I love the non-essential players

Ah... The ones who hardley get a chance to play

I been praying for the Yankees

And it's a cloudy... summer day

I was at the great Assembly

The saints were happy sailing in the halls

I humbly asked the pastor and god

What is the reason... for it all

And they said

I been praying for the Yankees

I been trying to figure out all these dreams

I am numb from these Georgia Water Skiers

Who seem to take away, take away everything

I love the non-essential players

Ah... The ones who hardley get a chance to play

I been praying for the Yankees

And it's a cloudy... summer day

I been praying for the Yankees

Closed night

for to night praying

your a cloudy

David Munyon: vocal, guitar

Beo Brockhausen: e-bow, percussion