James Taylor — Angels of Fenway

[Verse 1 - James Taylor] 86 summers gone by Bambino put a hex on the Bean We were living on a tear and a sigh In the shadow of the Bronx machine Man, you could feel it smoulder The whole town had an attitude Then you'd get a little chip on your shoulder Say something that's downright rude Oh, damn them Yankees Outspending everybody two to one Picking up on the cream of the crop Stealing everyone's favorite son [Chorus - James Taylor and Choir] Angels of Fenway, hear our prayer We have been chastened We have been patient [Verse 2 - James Taylor] Grandmama was a Fenway fan Even after Grandad died I still remember her holding my hand Taking me along for the ride She was born in 1918 Last year that the Red Sox won Back then when they sold the Babe Something that they never should've ever have done [Henry Taylor] Hey, Nanna can I have another Coke? Here comes the hotdog man Look at that, his bat just broke Gee, that's got to kill his hand [James Taylor] Riding home on the Green Line Watching the town go by Nanna made another Red Sox fan 'Til the day I die That was back in '65 It doesn't seem like a long time ago Grandmama keeping hope alive Watched them win in '004 Oh my God, it was beyond belief Down three, needing four in a row Holding on by the skin of our teeth Like a hungry dog on a bone [Chorus - James Taylor and Choir] Angels of Fenway, give them peace They have been patient, Red Sox Nation [Verse 3 - James Taylor] The whole world held its breath People got down on their knees Ready for the sudden death Praying to heaven for hell to freeze Nanna watched from her hospital bed She was there 'til the end of the race I couldn't hear the last words she said But she was lying there with a smile on her face Just a little smile on her face It doesn't feel like a long time ago...