The Old Grunt
Firmly rooted and quite hellbent
The old grunt packs up the hose
And pockes his nose through the old trunk trap
Hurts from the years of concentration
Spent in the umpires association
Talking ´bout the next sensation
Up and coming
But now he´s strumming
A buzzing one-stringer
Always quite the singer
Did his wife in with dueling banjos...
(Scarred but together)