Bob Dylan — Catfish

[Verse 1] Lazy stadium night Catfish on the mound “Strike three,” the umpire said Batter have to go back and sit down [Chorus] Catfish, million-dollar-man Nobody can throw the ball like Catfish can [Verse 2] Used to work on Mr. Finley’s farm But the old man wouldn’t pay So he packed his glove and took his arm And one day he just ran away [Chorus] [Verse 3] Come up where the Yankees are Dress up in a pinstripe suit Smoke a custom-made cigar Wear an alligator boot [Chorus] [Verse 4] Carolina born and bred Love to hunt the little quail Got a hundred-acre spread Got some huntin’ dogs for sale [Chorus] [Verse 5] Reggie Jackson at the plate Seeing’ nothing’ but the curve Swing too early or too late Got to eat what Catfish serve [Chorus] [6Verse ] Even Billy Martin grins When the Fish is in the game Every season twenty wins Gonna make the Hall of Fame [Chorus]