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[Verse]
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Rolled out of bed, threw some water on my face
G
Twenty-five sit-ups and I run in place
          C                            G
I put the coffee on, but the pot ain’t clean
      F                        C              G
Yeah, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine

[Verse]
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A handful of vitamins, drop them on the floor
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My ex-girlfriends’ are laughing from the icebox door
            C                                      G
I put their photos up there, yeah, we talk all the time
         F                           C            G
But they ain’t talking back now, the pugilist is 59

[Verse]
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Cold chicken salad, a glass of iced tea
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Phone bills, gas bills, electricity
        C                                                G
And the mortgage and the junk mail, one old Father’s Day card
         F                         C          G
Yeah, go sweat it out, kid, it’s a 108 in the yard

[Verse]
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Water the lawn, trim them old trees
G
Pray that your gut don’t fall down to your knees
           C                                                        G
And Archie Moore whispers in your ear, "Get up, kid, you’re in your prime"
             F                               C            G
Now, now the champ’s on the ropes, Arch, the pugilist is 59

[Chorus]
        Am
And the rock and the roll
                                 G
And the fight for your soul goes on and on
    Am
You put on the gloves
              C
You’re always ready for love
          D
Pray your passion ain’t used up and gone, yeah

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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The harder we love, the harder we fall
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It’s cauliflower hearts and old medicine balls
    C                                         G
And back street affairs in all the water tank towns
                F                          C                       G
Well, there’s a mighty thin line between a heavyweight champ and a used up old clown

[Verse]
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But this is Hollywood, kid, fear strikes out
G
Miracles turn around one-sided bouts
            C                                                  G
Get off the floor, kid, the sweet science of them old romantic lines
         F                              C            G
Hey, the champ's coming back, boys, the pugilist is 59

[Chorus]
        Am
And the rock and the roll
                                 G
And the fight for your soul goes on and on
    Am
You put on the gloves
              C
You’re always ready for love
          D
Pray your passion ain’t used up and gone, yeah

[Verse]
G
Roll out of bed, water on your face

Twenty-five sit-ups, run in place
            C                            G
You put the coffee on, but the pot ain’t clean
        F                        C              G
I said, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine
      F                        C              G
Yeah, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine
        F                        C              G
I said, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine