Song Length |
4:45 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - General |
Tempo |
Tempo Undefined |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Heartbreaking, Poignant |
Subject |
Life |
Lyrics
The Season
It was the season that Jesse grew like a weed
Spring turned to summer on a warm Kansas breeze
She?d lie in her bedroom looking out at her boy
Playing in the backyard with his bats and his toys
He?d say momma look at me now
I?m standing at home
The crowds going crazy
They?re cheering me on.
Momma look at me now
I?m crushing the ball
Momma watch me running
I?m touching them all
From her bed by the window she?d wave at her son
Watching him grow taller, days rolling on
Jesse?d wave back, as she lay in her bed
His hair getting blonder his face growing red
He?d say momma look at me now
It?s the bottom of nine
Crowd is all cheering me
The games on the line.
Momma look at me know
Here comes the ball
Momma I?m swinging
It?s over the wall.
But she?s growing weaker as the summer flies by
Time?s a relentless stealer of life
Jesse would sit by the side of her bed
As the fever was raging, stroking her head.
He?d whisper momma don?t leave me
Momma don?t go
Momma please watch me
I?m touching them all
It?s you in the front row
Me standing at home
The crowds going crazy
They?re cheering me on
He?d say momma look at me now
It?s the bottom of nine
Momma don?t leave
With the game on the line.
It was the season that Jesse grew like a weed
Copyright 2003 Fred Bredfry