Letra de The Price Was Right

I was thinking about who I was
Playing ball with my son in the yard
Am I Shakespeare or just some drunk guySlapping leather like some has-been calling strikes

And then we stopped and we looked at the sky
We looked at the sky and it was fine
Watched an airplane draw a perfect straight line

I called my mother, her name is Paula
She′s having trouble with her mind.
We talked about Shiloh, she grew up there
Sometimes I smell her chicken-pie

And then we stopped and I looked at the TV
I looked at the TV on the wall
It wasn't on but the price was right
It wasn′t on but the price was right
It wasn't on but the price was right