I have had a dread summer in this 57th year.
Braves gone back to twenty five years before.
Looking at yesterday and more, never seemed to find a win.
But this one night was a win once more.

When I first followed the A Braves, Hank had no gray hair.
In ninety one we changed the chart to wins.
But that string of crowns is broken, and went to who knows where.
We got a glimpse of Hart’s plan and we hope it comes along.

It’s a Colorado Rocky whoop ass high.
Johnny Gomes raining a homer from the sky
(with Adonis Garcia). We saw those balls fly.
Rocky whoop ass high, in Atlanta.

Home Julio Teheran was back o.k. to help us.
Michael Bourne took one out at home.
Arodys Vizcaino slammed the door in inning 9.
Christian Bethancourt is not just a memory.

Nick Markakis had 3 hits and always gets on base.
10 hits 5 walks and you ought to score at least 5.
But twenty fifteen Braves are subject to Episodes.
But serenity, at the park known as the Ted.

It’s a Colorado Rocky whoop ass high.
Rockies also had homers raining from the sky
But when you get more runs, you’re the team that wins.
Rocky whoop ass high, in Atlanta.

Now Fredi Gonzalez’ life is full of wonder, but his heart still has some fear.
There are simple things he cannot comprehend.
He switches bad players erratically,
But tonight, it worked with Gomes and Bourne.

It’s a Colorado Rocky whoop ass high.
Sometimes you can win if you try.
Tonight we got more runs, so Braves were the team that won.
Rocky whoop ass high, in Atlanta.