Bottom of the Ninth Son

Saturday came up bright.
The cooler sat there by the door.
Then the foreman rang again and asked me,
"Can you stay for 4?" I hung up slow and looked down at my boots.
I didn't have a clue what to tell a kid who counted down the days,
But I knew what I'd do.
Some nights the bills add up to more than what a man can say.
I know that's not a reason, son,
It's just the price of the day.
So I'll call you after the 7th, tell me every play you made,
And I'll tell you what I missed and the shift that got in the way.