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Who killed Davey Moore? |
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Why an' what's the reason for? |
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"Not I", said the referee |
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"Don't point your finger at me |
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I could've stopped it in the eighth |
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An' maybe kept him from his fate |
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But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure |
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At not gettin' their money's worth |
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It's too bad that he had to go |
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But there was a pressure on me too, you know |
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It wasn't me that made him fall |
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No, you can't blame me at all" |
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Who killed Davey Moore? |
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Why an' what's the reason for? |
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"Not us", said the angry crowd |
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Whose screams filled the arena loud |
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"It's too bad he died that night |
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But we just like to see a fight |
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We didn't mean for him to meet his death |
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We just meant to see some sweat |
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There ain't nothing wrong in that |
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It wasn't us that made him fall |
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No, you can't blame us at all" |
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Who killed Davey Moore? |
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Why an' what's the reason for? |
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"Not me", said his manager |
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Puffing on a big cigar |
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"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell |
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I always thought that he was well |
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It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead |
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But if he was sick he should've said |
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It wasn't me that made him fall |
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No, you can't blame me at all" |
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Who killed Davey Moore |
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Why an' what's the reason for? |
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"Not me", says the gambling man |
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With his ticket stub still in his hand |
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"My wasn't me that knocked him down |
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My hands never touched him none |
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I didn't commit no ugly sin |
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Anyway, I put money on him to win |
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It wasn't me that made him fall |
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No, you can't blame me at all" |
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Who killed Davey Moore |
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Why an' what's the reason for? |
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"Not me", says the boxing writer |
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Pounding print on his old typewriter |
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Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame |
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There's just as much danger in a football game" |
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Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay |
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It's just the old American way |
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It wasn't me that made him fall |
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No, you can't blame me at all" |
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Who killed Davey Moore? |
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Why an' what's the reason for? |
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"Not me", says the man whose fists |
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Laid him low in a cloud of mist |
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Who came here from Cuba's door |
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Where boxing ain't allowed no more |
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"I hit him, I hit him, yes, it's true |
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But that's what I am paid to do |
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Don't say 'murder,' don't say 'kill' |
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It was destiny, it was God's will" |
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Who killed Davey Moore |
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Why an' what's the reason for? |
