Racket Man

He packed his bags late night pre-flight A boxer's child, on his way And he's gonna hit deep, as hard as he can A scrawny teenager with a heart of a lion A prodigy on a journey trying To keep it between the lines And I think it's gonna be a long long time Till a backhand comes around again so fine He's not a kid they think he is Oh no no no he's a racket man Racket man, working cross-courts out here alone Inner city ain't the place to raise your kids In fact, its brutally unkind And there's no school for them, just mouths to feed Maybe there is just a little more he can do, Not just hit a ball seven days a week, A racket man, a racket man And I think it's gonna be a long long time Til' a sportsman comes around again so kind He's not the man they think he is Oh no no no he's a racket man Racket man, buying back life for a Vegas street 6-7, 7-6, 7-6, 7-6, isn't just a score line Legends are born from such things No words describe it but, rivals came here to win There's always one more ball to return One more overhead to hit and Another mountain to climb. And I think it's gonna be a long long time Till a grown man comes around to combine A tennis player and a humanitarian Oh no no no he's a racket man Racket man, humble in his glory forever and ever.