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

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