Davey moore lyrics

Artist  : Phil ochs 
Song : Davey moore
 
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 leave this game.
Is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth the
pain? "
But davey could not hear above the cheering
crowd
He was a champion, and champions are proud.
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies
bright clear,
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must
sing,
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood
upon the ring.

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 -- hate drives men
insane.
*chorus*

The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat
was pouring down,
And davey moore grew weaker with ev’ry passin’
round.
His legs began to wobble and his arms began to
strain,
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog around his
brain.
At last the fight was over, young davey fought no
more,
He lost the final battle behind a doctor’s door.
And back at the arena, the screaming crowd is
gone,
And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight
to come on.
*chorus*