I was born a white man, often thought to be an Indian
Made my living on some diamonds...
to me, it was just a game
I've been called a thief...
because of one hot night in Cleveland
I robbed something from someone...
I never could repay
The people were all cheering...
when it happened down on third
When the dust finally settled...
baseball history had been thrown a curve
Joltin' Joe was the best I'd ever seen
And it's because of him that they...
He laced one down the baseline,
I dove to make the snare
Scrambled to my feet, and then I nailed him,
oh, I nailed him,
Yes I nailed him
That would be the last chance for Joe at the plate
His hitting had ended there at fifty-six straight
When my wife and I left the ballpark that night,
policemen were by our side
'Cause Joe had lots of friends in Cleveland
who had lots of Yankee pride
I was seven times an all-star
and to a series we did go
But it just seems that whenever my name comes up
It's for the one I stole from Joe