“Schoolboy Rowe”

Schoolboy Rowe was a pitchin’ hero,
he took the Tigers all the way.
He had a sweet southern charm, and was raised on a farm,
even Babe Ruth said he’s okay.
The cities fan favorite and very superstitious,
he kept a Talisman by his side.
But no one could trick, he’s the first to be picked,
on the sandlots with Texas sky’s.

He earned his cute nickname, while playin’ the game,
at an age of a young fifteen.
His high school sweetie, always kept repeating,
as she sorted fan letters sifting.
She said Schoolboy Rowe, my names Edna Monroe,
I love you and I always show.
He liked to talk to his ball with a slow draw,
“Okay Edna, Honey, Let’s Go.”

School Boy Row,
Is a Where My Daughter Lives.
She Can’t Get ‘em Out of Her Mind,
No Matter If I Forget and Forgive.
School Boy Row,
Is Where They Act a Fool.
Make Sure They Keep It In Their Pants.
It's My Golden Rule.

The love of his life shortly became his wife,
all adoring fans rejoiced with cheer.
As they faded out into sunset clouds,
parted and wrote their names air.
‘Cuz Schoolboy was quick, he made ‘em miss with their sticks.
his slider tilted to the ground.
But his fastball in flames, is how he claimed his fame,
with it he mowed all batters down.

School Boy Row,
Is a Where My Daughter Lives.
She Can’t Get ‘em Out of Her Mind,
No Matter If I Forget and Forgive.
School Boy Row,
Is Where They Act a Fool.
Make Sure They Keep It In Their Pants.
It's My Golden Rule.

Solo:

On the first day of thirty-five he made,
a very solemn vow.
He told his mates to come to his place,
he had somethin’ to say from his mouth.
In his speech he’s tired of blowin’ flat tires.
when he starts in the biggest games.
Y’all better score runs or this year I’m done,
and I’ll take my money and my last name.

So the team responded, by defended his honor,
he climbed mound every fifth day.
The coach said he had to pitch and go with
his fastball throw it up and away.
‘Cuz the Cubbies they’re strong, but not for long,
this kid’s got their number in spades.
But if he can’t get ‘em, “Hammerin’” Hank will begin,
with a dose of his long ball trade.

School Boy Row,
Is a Where My Daughter Lives.
She Can’t Get ‘em Out of Her Mind,
No Matter If I Forget and Forgive.
School Boy Row,
Is Where They Act a Fool.
Make Sure They Keep It In Their Pants.
It's My Golden Rule.

Music and Lyrics, 2017: Peter J. Beauchemin