When he was a kid, he'd be up at five

Take shots till eight, make the thing drive

Out after school, back on ice

That was his life, he was gonna play in the Big League

The Big League



Not many ways out of this cold northern town

You work in the mill and get laid in the ground

If you're gonna jump it will be with the game

Real fast and tough is the only clear lane to the Big League



My boy's gonna play in the Big League

My boy's gonna turn some heads

My boy's gonna play in the Big League

My boy's gonna knock 'em dead

The Big League



All the right moves when he turned eighteen

Scholarship and school on a big U.S. team

Out with his girl near Lake McClean

Hit a truck doing seventy in the wrong lane

To the Big League



My boy's gonna play in the Big League

My boy's gonna turn some heads

My boy's gonna play in the Big League

My boy's gonna knock 'em dead



Never can tell what might come down

Never can tell how much you get

Just don't know, no you never can tell



Sometimes at night I can hear the ice crack

It sounds like thunder and it rips through my back

Sometimes in the morning I still hear the sound

Ice meets metal...

"Can't you drive me down to the Big League?"



My boy's gonna play in the Big League

My boy's gonna turn some heads

My boy's gonna play in the Big League

My boy's gonna knock 'em dead



Never can tell what might come down

Never can tell when you might check out

Just don't know, no you never can tell

So do right to others like you do to yourself

In the Big League