Night Game

            D  A7  Dmaj7
There were two men down
        G  D7 G    E7
And the score tied
       F#m    D      Bm7
In the bottom of the eighth
         Dm6     A    A7
When the pitcher died

         D    A7  Dmaj7
And they laid his spikes
       G   D7    G     E7
On the pitcher's mound
        F#m D       Bm7
And his uniform was torn
        Dm6
And his number was left on the ground

E        Am    F      Am
Then the night turned cold
Bbmaj7
Colder than the moon
    Gm                  Dm
The stars were white as bones
    Bmaj7
The stadium was old
E
Older than the screams
A
Older than the teams

           D     A7  Dmaj7
There were three men down
        G  D7  G    E7
And the season lost
        Bm            Em Bbmaj7
And the tarpaulin was rolled
 D       A7     Dmaj7
Upon the winter frost
Пол Саймон
"Still Crazy After All These Years", 1975