This is a brand new song written by my good friend Jim Hebert. Jim and I have collaborated on several occasions now. Jim wrote this song about a young Scottish immigrant to America during the 30’s who had to fight to scratch a living. Jim asked me to sing the vocals to which I duly accepted. Hope you like it.
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Lyrics:
The Fighter.
1933 and its hard times in Jersey
No work to be had there aint no mercy.
I’m just a palooka I fight for my pay.
Can’t do nothing else to get thru the day.
came from Stranraer to make my way
got into that ring to earn my pay
with 2 hard fists and a strong chin.
I always went in thinking I could win.
My whole life is just a bob and weave
I feint to the left and try to deceive
It’s better to hit than the one to receive.
Knock em to the canvas down on their knees.
Hook him to the head and uppercut the chin.
I’ve got deep cuts on my skin
My corner man tries to stitch my wounds,
But it seems like that bell rings far too soon.
up off the stool and back in for more
can’t remember is it round 3 or 4
opponents a mauler wants to stand toe to toe
I need to be cautious and move in slow
My whole life is just a bob and weave
I feint to the left and try to deceive
It’s better to hit than the one to receive.
Knock em to the canvas down on their knees.
corner man says I’ve had enough
I have to show that I’m more than tough
Body shot here, a jab to my eye
On my knees and I don’t know why
There’s something in his gloves that doesn’t feel right
sprawled on the canvas staring up at the night
laying here now knowing I’m not gonna win
it was plaster in his gloves that pounded my chin.
My whole life is just a bob and weave
I feint to the left and try to deceive
It’s better to hit than the one to receive.
Knock em to the canvas down on their knees.
I’ll say nothing I’ll take my dough.
drink illegal hooch and think of my foes
my body and mind aches to its core
another weekend and I’ll be be back for more
the Backstreets of Newark in 33
fighting for my life for all to see
taken more hits than I ever gave out
trying to survive just one more bout.
Feet of clay and hands too slow
my opponents hit me with blow after blow
much to old well past my prime
trying to make a buck in these desperate times.
My whole life is just a bob and weave
I feint to the left and try to deceive
It’s better to hit than the one to receive.
Knock em to the canvas down on their knees.
Hook him to the head and uppercut the chin.
I’ve got deep cuts on my skin
My corner man tries to stitch my wounds,
But it seems like that bell rings far too sooon.
Now I’v got scars and a twisted nose
another town another set of foes
its a hard life there is no doubt
trying to hang on from bout to bout.
fight in every city and all the small towns.
To make a little money, I box a few rounds.
Duck a hard left then take a hard right,
Hope there’s good money at the end of the fight!
My whole life is just a bob and weave
I feint to the left and try to deceive
It’s better to hit than the one to receive.
Knock em to the canvas down on their knees.
Hook him to the head and uppercut the chin.
I’ve got deep cuts on my skin
My corner man tries to stitch my wounds,
But it seems like that bell rings far too sooon.
1933 and its hard times in Jersey
No work to be had there aint no mercy.
I’m just a palooka I fight for my pay.
Can’t do nothing else to get thru the day.
came from Stranraer to make my way
got into that ring to earn my pay
with 2 hard fists and a strong chin.
I always went in thinking I could win.
My whole life is just a bob and weave
I feint to the left and try to deceive
It’s better to hit than the one to receive.
Knock em to the canvas down on their knees.
On their knees
On their Knees
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30 сен 2024
