Spring (FIRST DAY OF SPRING)
Ducktown (EARTH DAY)
The Ballad of Three Finger Brown
(BASEBALL OPENING DAY)
Spring, don’t let me down
Rise up from the ground
And lend a hand to every brand new thing
Spring, I’ve done my part
Given you my heart
Say the word and every bird will sing
Winter’s so unkind, and summer pays no mind
From November through December
I’ll remember to believe in you
Spring, don’t make me wait
Sunshine don’t be late
Jump ahead in time to spread your wings
Winter’s so unfair, and autumn doesn’t care
In January, February
I’ll be ready to believe in you
Spring, don’t let me down
Rise up from the ground
And lend a hand to every brand new thing
They came to Tennessee,
Drove out the Cherokee
And called this place Ducktown
By 1883, they’d cut down every tree
For fifty miles around
They burned the copper there
And sulfur filled the air
Soon a deadly rain was falling down
The soil washed away,
The railroads brought each day
Miners to Ducktown
Back in 1939, we walked off the line
Striking for Ducktown
Neighbors, old and young
Watched with dying lungs
The scabs roll into town
They came for you and me
Like they did the Cherokee
And like these ancient hills
We stood our ground
But both fights would be lost
A desert spread across
What was once Ducktown
A few hundred of us stayed,
Once it was hauled away
The earth cut down to bone
To hold the tunnels up,
They’d flood the holes we dug
The river cried and moaned
The owners were all gone,
Packed up and moved on
They flew across the craters red and brown
Once the mines were bare
They took their gains elsewhere
And left behind Ducktown
Come gather in the dugout
Leave the bats and balls behind
In life and baseball, a hero’s hard to find
That’s why we still remember
All across this town
And tell the story of Three Finger Brown
He was born in Indiana
Where h lost part of his hand
But then he found a curveball
That could strike out any man
After St. Louis, he was Chicago bound
The Cubs had a rookie
Named Three Finger Brown
In 1908, the Giants had a fearsome nine
They fought us to one final game
The season on the line
They had Christy Matthewson
To keep the Cubbies down
We gave the baseball to Three Finger Brown
But the gangsters they had told him
That his life was at stake
If they won the ball game
It would be his last mistake
With their threats in his pocket
He walked onto the mound
And no man stood taller
Than Three Finger Brown
His curveball dipped and darted
Right through the strike zone dropped
The Giants never had a chance
The Cubs wound up on top
He brought home the pennant
And he brought home the crown
The pride of Chicago was Three Finger Brown
So if you’re in a tough spot
And the odds are looking grim
And your team needs a hero
If you’re gonna win
Reach back for something extra
And look into the crowd
“Cause someone’s watching
Named Three Finger Brown