It's so peaceful here in the Riverview graveyard
And sometimes it felt that way out in the green ball field
But life can take a turn right before your eyes
And you know you'll never be the same again
Chappie was a favorite son, called a prince by everyone
But he couldn't hit me a lick, and he'd tell you so
When he squared to bunt again, I submarined it up and in
He was leaning out over the plate, and he just froze
I wasn't trying to hurt anyone
But now it's all so said and done
And I wish that k**er pitch never left my hand
It was never far from my mind
But the next year I went 27 and 9
Hit .343 and we won the Yanks' first flag
Still people didn't like me
Accused me of being on the take in the Series
I pitched three complete games with an ERA of 1.73
In '28 Ray's wife died, suspected it was suicide
And the daughter he never saw pa**ed in '29
And the very ball I threw that day
Thirty years later it was put into play
Took a bad hop and smashed some kid in the eye