They Don't Know Henry

As a boy in Mobile
 I'd go down to Three Mile Creek
 Spend my time alone
 All day to fish and think
 And when I took the field
 It wasn't to make friends
 With a bat in my hands
 Me alone against them
 And I already knew
 I could be the best of all
 They called me Snowshoes
 They called me Steppin Fetchit
 Called me a shuffler
 Not the sharpest tool in the shed
 With our lockers in the back
 Corner of the clubhouse
 Those Florida Springs
 They locked us even further out
 But I already knew
 I could be the best of all
 All those hits and home runs
 They said that they were Hank's
 But I won't regret a one
 In fact I give thanks
 And I'm not their boy
 And I don't need defending
 'Cause they don't know me, no
 They don't know Henry
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know Henry
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 Please don't ever ask me
 About Barry Bonds again
 Why say over and over
 What I didn't want to say then
 And don't ask me again
 About Willie or the Babe
 It was Jackie and Musial if anyone
 That I hoped to emulate
 But most of all
 I always tried to be me
 And let that color
 How they chose to see me
 'Cause I already knew
 I could be the best of all
 All those hits and home runs
 They said that they were Hank's
 But I won't regret a one
 In fact I give thanks
 And I'm not their boy
 And I don't need defending
 'Cause they don't know me, no
 They don't know Henry
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know Henry
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know me, no
 They don't know Henry