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on July 01, 2024

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Tigers at Silverdome.

Dad had season’s tickets At his sports store To share with friends And customers. Good spot in the stands. Familiar fans on either side. Their second home. Beer and franks. Scuse me, scuse me. Pass over the cash. Only mustard or the works? And how they could heckle the umps! Non stop and LOUD. WHAT’s with your head. Open both eyes willya. Not a strike at all You fuddydud. All considerations of colour Were of no importance to US fans. Once inside they were all family. With eyes open for the thrills Of the day Dad and I were not so smooth. Through friends he had heard Of muggings, even murder Out on the asphalt lot. And beware of those ticket scalpers. Stick close to me Doug OK.

Pump out sailor’s hornpipe and left hand chording.

Dolly

Plus her buddy Kenny Rogers.

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