The Soul Jazz Era - Bottom of the Ninth Son

Some nights the bills add up to more than what a man can say.
I know that's not a reason, son,
It's just the price of the day.
So I'll call you after the 7th, tell me every play you made,
And I'll tell you what I missed and the shift that got in the way.
Bottom of the 9th, I'll be listening from the floor.
Swing it like I showed you,
And I'll be there for the next one, I swear.