The Baseball Project - Hola America! lyrics

Have you heard the stories that they wrote About days and nights in a leaky boat? Washed ashore with splintered wood The coast guard got me ’fore Castro could Cooled my heels Bahamas way While the Yankees worked out my papers and pay A few months later after many queries I was pitching in the World Series And they say “that's quite a story” And it's hard not to agree And they say, “do you believe it!” Man, you have no idea Hola America Hola America Here’s the thing when you get in It ain’t the same for your wife and kin And for all the money that you’re pulling down It don’t feel that good when they’re not around And they say “it's never easy” And I say I must agree And they say “does it get lonely?” Man, you have no idea Hola America Hola America It’s a long way from the Bay of Pigs New York City high rise digs Yasiel, Yoenes, El Duque, El Tiante Bravos, Cerveceros, Nacionales, Los Gigantes And they say “that's quite a story” And I say I must agree And they say, “do you believe it!” Man, you have no idea Hola America Hola America Hola, hola America