Tom: Am
Am Dm
It was out to California young Davey Moore was bound,
G C E7
To meet with Sugar Ramos for the holding of the crown
Am Dm
He left his home in Springfield, his wife and children five;
G C E7
The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive.
Am Dm
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to leave this game.
G C E7
Oh is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth the pain?"
Am Dm
But Davey could not hear above the cheering of the crowd
G C E7
He was a champion, and champions are proud.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we pass the year
Am G
For the fighter must destroy as the poet must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
[Verse 2]
Am Dm
And thousands gave a roar when Davey Moore walked in,
G C E7
Another man to fight, another purse to win
Am Dm
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare
G C E7
The men who owned young Davey Moore where waiting for their share
Am Dm
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell;
G C E7
The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell;
Am Dm
And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain,
G C E7
And blows will lead to hate and hate drives men insane.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we pass the year
Am G
For the fighter must destroy as the poet must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
[Verse 3]
Am Dm
The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
G C E7
And Davey Moore grew weaker with ev'ry passin' round.
Am Dm
His legs began to wobble and his arms began to strain,
G C E7
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog around his brain.
Am Dm
At last the fight was over, young Davey fought no more,
G C E7
He lost the final battle behind a doctor's door.
Am Dm
And back at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone,
G C E7
And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to come on.
[Chorus]
Am G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
Am G
Another man will fall before we pass the year
Am G
For the fighter must destroy as the poet must sing,
Dm E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.
