Davey Moore

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It was out to California young Davey
 Moore was bound,
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To meet with Sugar Ramos for the 
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holding of the crown
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He left his home in Springfield, 
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his wife and children five;
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The spring was fast approaching, it
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 was good to be alive.
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His wife, she begged and pleaded, 
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"you have to leave this game.
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Oh is it worth the bloodshed and 
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is it worth the pain?"
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But Davey could not hear above the 
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cheering of the crowd
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He was a champion, and champions 
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are proud.

[Chorus]
         Am                        
Hang his gloves upon the wall, 
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shine his trophies bright clear,
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Another man will fall before we pass
 the year
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For the fighter must destroy as the
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 poet must sing,
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As the hungry crowd must gather for
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 the blood upon the ring.

[Verse 2]

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    Am                         Dm
And thousands gave a roar when Davey
 Moore walked in,
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Another man to fight, another 
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purse to win
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And all along the ringside, a sight 
beyond compare
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The men who owned young Davey Moore
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 where waiting for their share
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He stood there in his corner and he
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 waited for the bell;
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The signal of the struggle of two 
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men facin' hell;
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And when the bell was sounded, the 
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blows began to rain,
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And blows will lead to hate and 
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hate drives men insane.

[Chorus]

         Am                        
Hang his gloves upon the wall, 
      G
shine his trophies bright clear,
        Am               G
Another man will fall before we pass
 the year
         Am                        
For the fighter must destroy as the
      G
 poet must sing,
        Dm                         
As the hungry crowd must gather for
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 the blood upon the ring.


[Verse 3]

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The fists were flying fast and 
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hard, the sweat was pouring down,
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And Davey Moore grew weaker with 
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ev'ry passin' round.
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His legs began to wobble and his 
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arms began to strain,
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He fell upon the canvas floor, a 
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fog around his brain.
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At last the fight was over, young 
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Davey fought no more,
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He lost the final battle behind a 
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doctor's door.
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And back at the arena, the screaming
 crowd is gone,
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And death is waiting ringside, for 
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the next fight to come on.

[Chorus]

         Am                        
Hang his gloves upon the wall, 
      G
shine his trophies bright clear,
        Am               G
Another man will fall before we pass
 the year
         Am                        
For the fighter must destroy as the
      G
 poet must sing,
        Dm                         
As the hungry crowd must gather for
     E7
 the blood upon the ring.