[Intro]
Here's "The Ballad of Davy Moore"
Davy Moore was the featherweight champion of the world
And was killed about two weeks ago
He fought a guy named Sugar Ramos
Who incidentally had left, uh, Cuba
Because, uh, they'd outlawed boxing there
[Verse 1]
It was out to California young Davey Moore did go
To meet with Sugar Ramos and trade him blow for blow
He left his home in Springfield, his wife and children five
The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "You have to leavе this game
Oh, is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth thе pain?
But Davey could not hear above the cheering of the crowd
He was a champion, and champions are proud
[Chorus]
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright and clear
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
For the fighter must destroy as the poet must sing
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring
[Verse 2]
And thousands gave a roar when Davey Moore walked in
Another man to beat, another purse to win
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare
The money-chasing vultures were waiting for their share
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell
The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell
And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain
And blows will lead to hate, and hate drives men insane
Here's "The Ballad of Davy Moore"
Davy Moore was the featherweight champion of the world
And was killed about two weeks ago
He fought a guy named Sugar Ramos
Who incidentally had left, uh, Cuba
Because, uh, they'd outlawed boxing there
[Verse 1]
It was out to California young Davey Moore did go
To meet with Sugar Ramos and trade him blow for blow
He left his home in Springfield, his wife and children five
The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "You have to leavе this game
Oh, is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth thе pain?
But Davey could not hear above the cheering of the crowd
He was a champion, and champions are proud
[Chorus]
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright and clear
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
For the fighter must destroy as the poet must sing
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring
[Verse 2]
And thousands gave a roar when Davey Moore walked in
Another man to beat, another purse to win
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare
The money-chasing vultures were waiting for their share
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell
The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell
And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain
And blows will lead to hate, and hate drives men insane
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