In the year after the war to end
all wars
In nineteen, nineteen the White Sox
scores
A pennant winning season for old
Chicago
But the players never get any extra
dough
The owners pocketed all the rich
rewards
In grand palatial homes living like
lords
The players lived more down to
earth
And left to ponder their value or
worth
So as the World Series was to be
contested
The Chicago White Sox were then
expected
To beat the Cincinnati Redlegs
quite easily
Making them targets for a crooked
bookie
The
bookies went to work bribing players
They had Cicotte and Williams the
pitchers
Gandil, McMullin and Risberg
infielders
Hap Felsch and Joe Jackson the
outfielders
Only Buck Weaver refused to be in
on the fix
And Joe Jackson reneged to leave
only six
Despite this they managed well on
their own
And any chance of winning had been
blown
It fell apart when more cash failed
to appear
And another betrayal was the
player’s fear
When the Black Sox tried to win in
the end
They found it was too late to make
amend
The eight men were charged for
their crime
But they were found not guilty at
the time
The commissioner of baseball had
other ideas
Banning all eight from professional
careers
They never played in the big
leagues again
And in dishonor their names still
remain
Those really guilty for losing the
series
Are greedy owners and crooked
bookies
