The Night I Hit My Last Home Run

to the tune of The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down
© Copyright 2003 by J-Mag Guthrie

Edwin Charles is my name
And the hot corner's where I play
Along with Garrett and Pfeil,
In the ballpark they call Shea
In the summer of '69,
Our fortunes began to climb
When summer turned into fall,
Who knew we were gonna win it all?

The night I hit my last home run
And the Mets clinched the pennant
The night I hit my last home run
And all the fans were in it
They went la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la

The fans came onto the field
And tore up the grass and dirt
Later it was revealed
That seven were seriously hurt
At thirty-six, I was the oldest Met,
And I only have but one regret
At the end of the year they just let me go--
It's as if nobody seemed to know...

The night I hit my last home run
The Mets clinched the pennant
The night I hit my last home run
And all the fans were in it
They went la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la

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