From the recording Whistle Past The Grave
Lyrics
RUBBER RAFT
It don’t matter if it’s North or South
When you wear something there’s no changing ‘bout
Youngstown in ‘51, Little League was so much fun
But playing ball ain’t swimming in no pool
How could they be so cruel
Little black shortstop at the pool
The only way they let him swim
Is in a rubber raft so the water won’t touch his skin
Outside the fence is where he could sit
Teammates inside revel in championships
Baseball was such a joy, but it’s hard for a little boy
To face the hatred grownups place upon him
How could they be so cruel
Little black shortstop at the pool
The only way they let him swim
Is in a rubber raft so the water won’t touch his skin
How could they be so cruel
Little black shortstop at the pool
The only way they let him swim
Is in a rubber raft so the water won’t touch his skin