Ted Williams

 

Williams was more than a man,

Young-uns can’t understand.

Fought in Korea, on Boston Grass

Forever Teddy stompin’ ass.

 

Teddy, Mr. USA,

Swinging a bat, throttling a plane.

When my daddy beat me.

He looked cool like Teddy.

 

Poor Ted Williams

No one remembers his name…

Bye, Bye Ted Williams

His way is dead,

‘aint it a shame?

 

Williams had Wing man’s eyes.

Saw through every single lie.

John Wayne copped his entire style,

and Teddy laughed it off.

When he shook his wife a bit,

no one ever gave a shit.

What went on behind closed walls,

didn’t concern us at all.

 

Poor Ted Williams,

No one remembers his name.

Bye, Bye Ted Williams,

His way is gone,

‘aint it a shame?

 

Williams always stood his ground,

But his Kind’s no longer around.

His breed of man done and passed,

and We’re no longer stomping ass.

 

Poor Ted Williams,

No one remembers his name,

Bye Bye Ted Williams,

His way is gone,

‘aint this a shame?

 

Poor Ted Williams,

No one remembers his ways.

Bye Bye Ted Williams,

As we limp along through another day.

Lyrics & Music: Bret L Thompson

 

Guitars: Carl Verheyen

Drums & Percussion: Bernie Dresel

Bass: Charles Glenn

Vocals: Bret L Thompson

Background Vocals: Jean McClain, BLT, David Scott

Recorded at Dreamcenter Studios & Consuelo Studios

Engineering:  Brent Ulrich & Bret L Thompson

[Bret’s Vocal Production work by Charles Glenn & BLT]

Mixed by Philippe Brun & BLT

Produced by BLT