05-13-2008, 12:07 AM
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President of Freedonia
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9 more shutout innings for Cliff Lee. There can only be one explanation as to why he's pitching so well:
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The devil went down to Cleveland, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man throwin' a ball and not doing so hot,
And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a ball player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you throw a pretty good fastball, boy, but give the devil his due:
"I bet a arm of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
The boy said: "My name's Cliff Lee and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."
Cliff Lee you rosin up your hand and throw your slider hard
'Cos hells broke loose in Cleveland and the devil deals it hard.
And if you win you get this shiny arm made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.
The devil opened up his bag and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he began to throw
And he began his windup on the mound and it made an evil hiss.
Then a team of demons joined in and it looked something like this.
http://cleveland.indians.mlb.com/med...00804282598999
When the devil finished, Cliff Lee said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."
Fire on the moun, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does Pronk bite?"
"No, child, no."
http://cleveland.indians.mlb.com/med...00805072660095
The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He gave Cliff Lee that golden arm and bowed at his feet
Cliff Lee said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been."
And he played fire on the mount, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does Pronk bite?"
"No, child, no."
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