Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - The Dream текст песни

His fastball is fading, his sinker is gone,

They sent him doun to the minors cause he wore out his arm,

But his eyes shine brighter than the young kids it seems

So he keeps on playing, holding on to the dream.

Lord knows that it aint for the money

Cause hes broke almost every day,

And it aint for the fame or the glory

Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play

Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play.

Hes been in the saddle since he was a kid

The rodeo came but he keeps it well hid

And someday hell have to set his pony free

But til he does hell be riding the dream.

Lord knows that it aint for the money,

cause hes broke almost every day,

And it aint for the fame or the glory

Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play;

Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.

We aint getting no younger and that is the truth

But these games we keep playin, theyre our fountain of youth.

From boston to boulder and down to orleans

From highlights to lowlife and everything in between

Well I guess we could grow up and quit wearing our jeans

But we still feel like playing and living the dream.

Lord knows that it aint for the money,

cause hes broke almost every day,

And it aint for the fame or the glory

Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play;

Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.