| «not i,"says 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 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,"says 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 t’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,"says 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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| «it 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, 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? |