A Good Red

I remember the nights back when I was younger,
Spent listening to the radio,
My Mom and my Dad thought I was just sleeping,
Cause I kept the volume down low,
No matter if we played the Astros or Dodgers,
The pictures inside of my head,
Were painted by Marty and Joe, they're the reason,
That I fell in love with the Reds,

When I heard the old lefthander rounded the bases,
And finally went all the way home,
I wanted to cry but I just had to smile,
And wonder if he could have known,
How much he meant to so many who loved him,
And how we will never forget,
That we lost a good friend when we lost Joe Nuxhall,
But Heaven has gained a good Red,

I recall the excitement that I used to feel,
When Joe got to call a home run,
He'd tell the ball to get up and get out,
Making the game so much fun,
And I know that I'll miss him this upcoming season,
And think that he's still in the booth,
During the pauses in between pitches,
Bringing me back to my youth,

When I heard the old lefthander rounded the bases,
And finally went all the way home,
I wanted to cry but I just had to smile,
And wonder if he could have known,
How much he meant to so many who loved him,
And how we will never forget,
That we lost a good friend when we lost Joe Nuxhall,
But Heaven has gained a good Red ...