The Hitter
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Tom Jones - The Hitter

lrc by buchao @ LK歌词组 Rock 分队

Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain

I was just passin’ through and got caught in the rain

There’s nothing I want, nothin’ that you need say

Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way¡

I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen

With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans

I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made

I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town

Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down

I did what I did well it come easily

Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me

I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud

Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood

In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw

I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor

Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on

‘Till I felt my glove leather slip ‘tween his skin and bone

Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track

The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black

I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets

I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets

Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell

From high in the rafters I watched myself fall

As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black

I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back

Understand, in th

Tom Jones - The Hitter

lrc by buchao @ LK歌词组 Rock 分队

Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain

I was just passin’ through and got caught in the rain

There’s nothing I want, nothin’ that you need say

Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way¡

I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen

With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans

I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made

I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town

Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down

I did what I did well it come easily

Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me

I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud

Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood

In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw

I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor

Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on

‘Till I felt my glove leather slip ‘tween his skin and bone

Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track

The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black

I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets

I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets

Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell

From high in the rafters I watched myself fall

As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black

I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back

Understand, in th

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