Кто и зачем убил Дэйви Мура ?

Mar 20, 2024 20:05


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Who killed Davey Moore

Why an′ what's the reason for?

"Not I," says the referee

"Don′t point your finger at me

I could've stopped it in the eighth

An' maybe kept him from his fate

But the crowd would′ve booed, I′m sure

At not gettin' their money′s worth

It's too bad he had to go

But there was a pressure on me too, you know

It wasn′t me that made him fall

No, you can't blame me at all"

Who killed Davey Moore

Why an′ what's the reason for?

"Not us," says the angry crowd

Whose screams filled the arena loud

"It's too bad he died that night

But we just like to see a fight

We didn′t mean for him t′ meet his death

We just meant to see some sweat

There ain't nothing wrong in that

It wasn′t us that made him fall

No, you can't blame us at all"

Who killed Davey Moore

Why an′ what's the reason for?

"Not me," says his manager

Puffing on a big cigar

"It′s hard to say, it's hard to tell

I always thought that he was well

It's too bad for his wife an′ kids he′s dead

But if he was sick, he should've said

It wasn′t me that made him fall

No, you can't blame me at all"

Who killed Davey Moore

Why an′ what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the gambling man

With his ticket stub still in his hand

"It wasn′t me that knocked him down

My hands never touched him none

I didn't commit no ugly sin

Anyway, I put money on him to win

It wasn't me that made him fall

No, you can′t blame me at all"

Who killed Davey Moore

Why an′ what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the boxing writer



Pounding print on his old typewriter

Sayin′, "Boxing ain't to blame

There′s just as much danger in a football game"

Sayin', "Fistfighting is here to stay

It′s just the old American way

It wasn't me that made him fall

No, you can't blame me at all"

Who killed Davey Moore

Why an′ what′s the reason for?

"Not me," says the man whose fists

Laid him low in a cloud of mist

Who came here from Cuba's door

Where boxing ain′t allowed no more

"I hit him, yes, it's true

But that′s what I am paid to do

Don't say ′murder,' don't say ′kill′

It was destiny, it was God's will"

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