Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - The Dream Lyrics
His fastball is fading, his sinker is gone,They sent him doun to the minors cause he wore out his arm,But his eyes shine brighter than the young kids it seemsSo he keeps on playing, holding on to the dream.Lord knows that it aint for the moneyCause hes broke almost every day,And it aint for the fame or the gloryGuess hell do it cause he still loves to playGuess hell do it cause he still loves to play.Hes been in the saddle since he was a kidThe rodeo came but he keeps it well hidAnd someday hell have to set his pony freeBut til he does hell be riding the dream.Lord knows that it aint for the money,cause hes broke almost every day,And it aint for the fame or the gloryGuess hell do it cause he still loves to play;Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.We aint getting no younger and that is the truthBut these games we keep playin, theyre our fountain of youth.From boston to boulder and down to orleansFrom highlights to lowlife and everything in betweenWell I guess we could grow up and quit wearing our jeansBut we still feel like playing and living the dream.Lord knows that it aint for the money,cause hes broke almost every day,And it aint for the fame or the gloryGuess hell do it cause he still loves to play;Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.
