It's so peaceful here in the Riverview Graveyard And sometimes it felt that way out in the green ball field And life can take a turn right before your eyes And you know you'll never be the same again Chappy 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 one again, I submarined it up and then 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 killer 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 Yank's first flag Still people didn't like me, accused me of being on the tick 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 passed in '29 And the very ball I threw that day, 30 years later, it was put into play Took a bad hop and smashed some poor kid in the eye I wasn't trying to hurt anyone But now it's all so said and done And I wish that killer pitch never left my hand Now it's so peaceful here in the Riverview Graveyard And sometimes it felt that way out in the green ball field And life can take a turn right before your eyes And you know you'll never be the same again