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