Lirik Lagu Who Killed Davey Moore? - Bob Dylan
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Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not I," says the referee,"Don't point your finger at me.I could've stopped it in the eighthAn' maybe kept him from his fate,But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure,At not gettin' their money's worth.It's too bad he had to go,But there was a pressure on me too, you know.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not us," says the angry crowd,Whose screams filled the arena loud."It's too bad he died that nightBut we just like to see a fight.We didn't mean for him t' meet his death,We just meant to see some sweat,There ain't nothing wrong in that.It wasn't us that made him fall.No, you can't blame us at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says his manager,Puffing on a big cigar."It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,I always thought that he was well.It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead,But if he was sick, he should've said.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the gambling man,With his ticket stub still in his hand."It wasn't me that knocked him down,My hands never touched him none.I didn't commit no ugly sin,Anyway, I put money on him to win.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the boxing writer,Pounding print on his old typewriter,Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame,There's just as much dan
"Not I," says the referee,"Don't point your finger at me.I could've stopped it in the eighthAn' maybe kept him from his fate,But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure,At not gettin' their money's worth.It's too bad he had to go,But there was a pressure on me too, you know.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not us," says the angry crowd,Whose screams filled the arena loud."It's too bad he died that nightBut we just like to see a fight.We didn't mean for him t' meet his death,We just meant to see some sweat,There ain't nothing wrong in that.It wasn't us that made him fall.No, you can't blame us at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says his manager,Puffing on a big cigar."It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,I always thought that he was well.It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead,But if he was sick, he should've said.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the gambling man,With his ticket stub still in his hand."It wasn't me that knocked him down,My hands never touched him none.I didn't commit no ugly sin,Anyway, I put money on him to win.It wasn't me that made him fall.No, you can't blame me at all."
Who killed Davey Moore,Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the boxing writer,Pounding print on his old typewriter,Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame,There's just as much dan
