Bradman by Paul Kelly
Bradman lyrics
Sydney, 1926, this is the story of a man
Just a kid in from the sticks, just a kid with a plan
St George took a gamble, played him in first grade
Pretty soon that young man showed them how to flash the
blade
And at the age of nineteen he was playing for the State
From Adelaide to Brisbane the runs did not abate
He hit 'em hard, he hit 'em straight
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
He was more than just one man
He could take on any side
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to
hide in the palm of his hand
A team came out from England
Wally Hammond wore his felt hat like a chief
All through the summer of '28, '29 they gave the
greencaps no relief
Some reputations came to grief
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
And in the hour of greatest slaughter the great avenger
is being born
But who then could have seen the shape of things to
come
In Bradman's first test he went for eighteen and for
one
They dropped him like a gun
Now big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of them all
And a man with a wisecracking habit
But there's one crack that won't stop ringing in his
ears
"Hey Whitey, that's my rabbit"
Bradman never forgot it
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
He was more than just one man
He could take on any side
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to
hide in the palm of his hand
England 1930 and the seed burst into flower
All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was Bradman was
the power
He murdered them in Yorkshire,he danced for them in
Kent
He laughed at them in Leicestershire, Leeds was an
event
Three hundred runs he took and rewrote all the books
That really knocked those gents
The critics could not comprehend hsi nonchalant
phenomenon
"Why this man is a machine," they said.
"Even his friends say he isn't human"
Even friends have to cut something
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
He was more than just one man
He could take on any side
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to
hide in the palm of his hand
Summer 1932 and Captain Douglas had a plan
When Larwood bowled to Bradman it was more than man to
man
And staid Adelaide nearly boiled over as rage ruled
over sense
When Oldfield hit the ground they nearly jumped the
fence
Now Bill Woodill was as fine a man as ever went to
wicket
And the bruises on his body that day showed that he
could stick it
But to this day he's still quoted and only he could
wear it
"There's two teams out there today and only one of
them's playing cricket."
He was longer than a memory, bigger than a town
He feet they used to sparkle and he always kept them on
the ground
Fathers took their sons who never lost the sound of the
roar of the grandstand
Now shadows they grow longer and there's so mush more
yet to be told
But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell
the whole
Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town
I can no longer go down there, down to that sacred
ground
He was more than just a batsman
He was something like a tide
He was more than just one man
He could take on any side
They always came for Bradman 'cause fortune used to
hide in the palm of his hand
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