I wrote this song after my hero. The writing may not be the best, but what I wrote means a lot to me in regards of the subject. Comments & suggestions are greatly appreciated. Black Sunday I was only thirteen Didn't have a clue, just me Every Sunday I would watch TV I praised my hero in the black three Oh... Where'd the black three go? Where'd the black three go? I watched him defend his own men Down the backstretch like no one else ran The steely eyes of a man It's not wonder why I'm a fan Seven cups on the shelf But when it came to his fans he never thought of himself Endured six hours in the rain up to third in line, his name I watched him sign Oh... Where'd the black three go? Where'd the black three go? The steely eyes of a man It's not wonder why I'm a fan But nothing could prepare the pain for what we found out at 5:16 that day the seagulls have flown and their not coming back In the blink of an eye, this Sunday has turned black Where'd the black three go? Seven cups on the shelf Where'd the black three go? Never thought of himself Where'd the black three go? The steely eyes of a man Where'd the black three go? It's not wonder why I'm forever a fan