I Won Twenty-eight Games In Thirty-five And

I Know Who's The Best Pitcher I Ever See And It's Old Satchel Paige, That Big Lanky Colored Boy. My Fastball Looks Like A Change Of Pace Alongside That Little Pistol Bullet Ole Satchel (paige) Shoots Up To The Plate.

I Was Blessed With A Strong Arm And A Weak Mind.

A Lot Of Folks That Ain't Saying 'ain't,' Ain't Eating.

If You Can Do It, It Ain't Braggin'... It's A Matter Of Self-confidence. I Got Where I Did Because I Wasn't No Shrinking Violet.

The Pitcher Wound Up And He Flang The Ball At The Batter. The Batter Swang And Missed. The Pitcher Flang The Ball Again And This Time The Batter Connected. He Hit A High Fly Right To The Center Fielder. The Center Fielder Was All Set To Catch The Ball, But At The Last Minute His Eyes Were Blound By The Sun And He Dropped It.