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The Hitter - Bruce Springsteen
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The Hitter Bruce Springsteen

The Hitter - Bruce Springsteen
[Verse 1]
Come to the door, Ma, and unlock the chain
I was just passing through and got caught in the rain
There's nothing that I want, nothing that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way

[Verse 2]
I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen
With the police on my back, I fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money that I made
The fight was my home and blood was my trade

[Verse 3]
Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula and Lafayette town
They paid me their money, Ma, I knocked the men down
I did what I did and it come easily
Restraint and mercy, Ma, were always strangers to me

[Verse 4]
I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth, I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
And I stood over him, pounded his bloodied body into the floor
Well, the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
Until I felt my glove leather slip between his skin and bone
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