Lyrics

Willie McGee

It was down in St. Louie, Clark Street and Broadway
Where the springtime grass is always fresh and green
Bruce Sutter in the bull pen, Fred Bird was dancin’
when I first saw Willie Dean McGee

He was born in November to Hurdice and Maddie
And a finer game there never has been seen
And his ’83 game three was such a sight to see
yeah I love me some Willie Dean McGee

To know him is to love him, he’s such a humble man
And the memories are ever sweet to me
Sure there were others that impressed us Gonzalez and Hernandez
But I love me some Willie Dean McGee

Now the outfield is covered by other centerfielders
Where the springtime grass will never be as green
For retirement has took him and left me in sorrow
For the loss of my Willie Dean McGee

To know him is to love him, he’s such a humble man
And the ’85 NLMVP
yeah there were others to excite me like Ozzie, Vince, & Whitey
But I love only Willie Dean McGee

Now the stadium has crumbled and the Cardinal fans grumble
Bout the good ole days when we wore the powder blue
Oh, the ball club will be sorry if they don’t retire his jersey
And honor my Willie Dean McGee