The Ghosts In Blue 

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There’s a town in Central Kentucky where Friday night is king,

Little boys grow up dreaming of wearing that champion's ring.

Sometimes people marvel at the great things they do,

But there’s a secret on that field known by just the few.

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They’re not the biggest or strongest and in numbers they are few,

But when the odds are the longest each one has the strength of two.

For every boy you see playing you are really seeing two

’Cause next to every Danville Admiral plays a ghost that’s dressed in blue.

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They may be in the stands tonight, they may be miles away

Some you may see everyday, some God has called to play,

Some give their all to help you go that extra mile,

Some just read the paper, and quietly, proudly smile.

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So know that in victory, and even a loss or two

Those smiles and tears you’ll always share with those ghosts in blue.

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There’s nothing like tradition to show a team the way,

You’ll always know you’re not alone when you need to make that play.

When all seems lost and it’s up to you

Just turn and look beside you at that ghost that’s dressed in blue.

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Don’t kid yourself by thinking that titles make you strong.

An Admiral’s strength comes from years before of making that third and long

And lining up and competing in places they don’t belong

And beating teams with rankings high and making their winters long.

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So cheer for the blue and white and let those victories ring,

Look at your mates tonight and know just this one thing;

The greatest trophy you can win when your playing days are through,

Yes, when the battle’s raging, you’ll be their ghost in blue.

 

Bill Ruth Class of ‘71