Larry Yount by The Baseball Project Lyrics
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
What might have been
The older of two brothers
And the first to break from home
After years down in the minors
Called up to the Astrodome
Houston, I was warming in the pen
Skipper said it’s time to come in
I took my warmup tosses
And I felt something snap
They pulled me out and they sat me down and
That was that
I never made it to the bigs again
That’s where the story ought to end
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
What might have been
The reason you might know my name
Is because of my brother’s fame
Three years past my one day in the show
Robin got called up and he never let it go
After 20 years had passed
3000 hits had been amassed
Robin hit the Hall of Fame and immortality
Some band wrote a song about me
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
What might have been
Sometimes at the holidays
We’ll sit there with our kids
They walk past all the trophies
And ask ’bout the things he did
“Uncle Robin, what’s it like?
Uncle Robin, tell us more
About the World Series games
And statistics and the scores”
Sometimes it tears me up inside
Though I can’t help but feel pride
I find I’m back in Houston once again
Thinking ’bout the things that might have been
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
My name is Larry Yount
My name is Larry Yount
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
What might have been
The older of two brothers
And the first to break from home
After years down in the minors
Called up to the Astrodome
Houston, I was warming in the pen
Skipper said it’s time to come in
I took my warmup tosses
And I felt something snap
They pulled me out and they sat me down and
That was that
I never made it to the bigs again
That’s where the story ought to end
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
What might have been
The reason you might know my name
Is because of my brother’s fame
Three years past my one day in the show
Robin got called up and he never let it go
After 20 years had passed
3000 hits had been amassed
Robin hit the Hall of Fame and immortality
Some band wrote a song about me
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
What might have been
Sometimes at the holidays
We’ll sit there with our kids
They walk past all the trophies
And ask ’bout the things he did
“Uncle Robin, what’s it like?
Uncle Robin, tell us more
About the World Series games
And statistics and the scores”
Sometimes it tears me up inside
Though I can’t help but feel pride
I find I’m back in Houston once again
Thinking ’bout the things that might have been
My name is Larry Yount
And my story doesn’t rise
Like a ripple on the tide
Late at night I think what might have been
My name is Larry Yount
My name is Larry Yount
My name is Larry Yount