Jess Martin Pitched for Henryetta, Oklahoma

It was a dream of his come true
He had finally found his avenue
No more in those Missouri hills
would he be roamin'
'Cause now Jess Martin pitched
for Henryetta, Oklahoma

Jess's biggest problem created strife
Fightin' off the women and the bar life
His good looks attracted gals by the dozen
And drinkin' just seemed to keep 'em comin'

He found him a good woman and settled down
He chased that dream upon the pitcher's mound
Lord, let me pitch in pro ball and you'll see
The Lord granted him his dream in ninety twenty-three

Repeat chorus (first verse)

Jess toiled on that mound all spring and summer
Giving it all he had but he began to falter
Old problems he had would give no sympathy
Jess ended up back home in his Missouri

To the big leagues he was never bound
But somewhere there's a dusty, forgotten
pitcher's mound
And there, deep in the soil is still 
the sweat from his brow
And the wind never blows away that dream

Spoken:
They called the league the Western Association
Hens was the nickname for the organization
Though his dream lasted but that one single year
It was a dream he forever held dear

For that was the year...
Jess Martin Pitched for Henryetta, Oklahoma

©Godot Boys Music (BMI) 2003

Words and music by Bryce Martin