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By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

A Dying Cub Fan's Last Request

Steve Goodman

The Great American Baseball Box

2005

By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,

Don't worry I'll be back again. 
Came back with the flag over his face 
Fresh ground on a lonely grave 
Soldier falls and it's all the same 
I don't think

the rushing
The flags waving, the fumes flying
The people walking in crowds, in pairs, in families, in friendships
It is to witness youth brightest nights

a safe haven
I really didn't like having friends over but Dad would always make bacon, stay hating
Flag football with socks tucked into the waistband