Charlie Hustle

 



They called him Charlie Hustle... 

Pete Rose was his given name...

He was one of the greatest players... 

To ever play in America’s game...


He played mostly for Cincinnati...

The Reds was his favorite team...

With Pete, they won two championships... 

He was the heart of The Big Red Machine...


Pete could field and Pete could hit...

When they needed a score, he always would...

Pete put more of his heart in the game... 

Than any other player ever could...


They called him Charlie Hustle... 

Pete Rose was his given name...

He was one of the greatest players... 

To ever play in America’s game...


Pete played in the All-Star game 17 times... 

And he was the ‘63 Rookie of the Year...

He had career a batting average of .303... 

The other teams played him with total fear...


Pete’s stats were record setting...

And his hustle was second to none... 

And all the time Pete played baseball... 

You know Pete, he was having fun...


They called him Charlie Hustle... 

Pete Rose was his given name...

He was one of the greatest players... 

To ever play in America’s game...


As a kid, my town had no baseball team...

So I followed Pete and learned to love the game... 

Charlie Hustle was a champion to all America... 

He deserves to be in The Hall of Fame...


No one cares if Pete bet on baseball...

He bet on his team that they would win...

It’s time The Hall of Fame fixed their mistake...

It’s time for Pete Rose to finally get in...


They called him Charlie Hustle... 

Pete Rose was his given name...

He was one of the greatest players... 

To ever play in America’s game...


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