There were two men down
And the score was tied
In the bottom of the eighth
When the pitcher died
And they laid his spikes
On the pitcher's mound
And his uni-form was torn
And his number was left on the ground
Then the night turned cold
Colder than the moon
:Gm :Dm
There were three men down
And the season lost
And the tarpaulin was ro---lled
Upon the winter frost