A Pair of Old Sox

Southside
Green walls
Thirty-fifth and Shields
Amid teeming tenements
Broken fences
Along that cobbled way
Pool halls, - Summertime
And the streetcar clang
The great American thing

And with a long hard high shot to the lower deck
Shoeless Joe always let everybody know
Whose house it was;
Holding Doubleday's dusty diamond down
In Chi- Town

But by that fateful opening day
Word had gotten around
The Reds had the odds,
The Sox courting the shame
And after that ball game
Nothing would ever be the same

The story goes,
Buck Weaver and Joe had said no
The Old Roman Comiskey
Had to let it go,
Though not the house

And so
These two men can never know
Their names upon the hallowed walls
In the immortal's hall at Cooperstown

Left out forever
Only to be remembered to -
That black team
Of 1919