Who killed Davey Moore,
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Why an' what's the reason for?
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"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?
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Who Killed Davey Moore?
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Bob Dylan |