Tennessee from TULSA by John Statz

Jim was a southpaw straight from Omaha,
straight from Omaha.
He was just twenty-three when he hit the minor leagues,
in Tennessee.

Playing for a losing team down in Tennessee,
he met Tom Keane.
Tom was a great shortstop, Jim knew when their eyes locked,
he'd stand to lose a lot.

Back in those older times it wasn't heard of,
or maybe it was just whispered behind closed doors.
A man who loved another was a disturbed one,
in those double A days in Tennessee.

At Chapman Highway Park Tom Keane left his mark,
got called up to start.
Up North in Chicago, Jim was sad to see him go,
thought he'd try to follow.

Jim quit the minor leagues, they both left Tennessee,
traveled separately.
They got to Comiskey in the big city,
things were looking sweet.

Back in those older times it wasn't heard of,
or maybe it was just whispered behind closed doors.
A man who loved another was a disturbed one,
in those south side days in Beverly.

One night at the corner bar Jim and Tom met Billy Carr,
he was a local star.
They left at one o'clock, Billy followed them four blocks,
he fired all six shots.

Back in those older times it wasn't heard of,
or maybe it was just whispered behind closed doors,
the men had played the game and met its end determined,
dreaming of those summer days in Tennessee.

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