Song | The Fight |
Artist | Jim Stafford |
Album | Greatest Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There used to be a beer joint, where the workin men would drink | |
and yell and horse around most every night | |
there was alway lots of beer and pickled pork and country gals | |
and always lots of arguments and fights | |
the owner was a burly man, and he chased most fights outside | |
to the little parking lot behind the bar | |
one night i was driving by and i saw a crowd back there | |
so i drove around and got out of my car | |
they were woopin and they were hollerin they were packed in so tight | |
they wouldn’t break that circle for no one | |
So i climbed up on top of my car to give myself the view | |
so i could see the center of their fun | |
well the 2 guys who was fighting were so different in size | |
that i found myself laughing with the crowd | |
one was just as big and mean as any man i’ve ever seen | |
the other was was the kind that‘s small and proud | |
The little man hauled off and hit that big man with all he had | |
Hit him harder than any body thought he might | |
And big guy lost his balance, fell back and bumped his head | |
and He got up slow and oh the crowd got quiet | |
he just lumbered over and hit that little man up side his head | |
so hard i swear i heard a crack | |
but the little fella didn’t fall, he just weaved and groaned a bit | |
and just stood there a human punchin sack | |
that little fella’s arms hung helpless at his sides | |
as the big man pounded off on his head | |
and his legs began to buckle as he sunk down to his knees | |
and the whole crowd knowed that soon he would be dead | |
as that big guy just pounded away i saw the strangest thing | |
the hand of that little man began to move | |
and it slipped into his pocket where it found an equalizer | |
that before this night was just a whittling tool | |
with a soulful rolling motion that little fella made a sweep | |
and caught the big guy clean across the gut | |
and the big man started screaming grabbed himself and tried to run | |
but fell and died before his eyes would shut | |
well the little man was unconscious and near death for many days | |
and when he came to he would not believe | |
while on his knees unconscious his hands had killed a man | |
and to this day he thinks he’s been deceived |
There used to be a beer joint, where the workin men would drink | |
and yell and horse around most every night | |
there was alway lots of beer and pickled pork and country gals | |
and always lots of arguments and fights | |
the owner was a burly man, and he chased most fights outside | |
to the little parking lot behind the bar | |
one night i was driving by and i saw a crowd back there | |
so i drove around and got out of my car | |
they were woopin and they were hollerin they were packed in so tight | |
they wouldn' t break that circle for no one | |
So i climbed up on top of my car to give myself the view | |
so i could see the center of their fun | |
well the 2 guys who was fighting were so different in size | |
that i found myself laughing with the crowd | |
one was just as big and mean as any man i' ve ever seen | |
the other was was the kind that' s small and proud | |
The little man hauled off and hit that big man with all he had | |
Hit him harder than any body thought he might | |
And big guy lost his balance, fell back and bumped his head | |
and He got up slow and oh the crowd got quiet | |
he just lumbered over and hit that little man up side his head | |
so hard i swear i heard a crack | |
but the little fella didn' t fall, he just weaved and groaned a bit | |
and just stood there a human punchin sack | |
that little fella' s arms hung helpless at his sides | |
as the big man pounded off on his head | |
and his legs began to buckle as he sunk down to his knees | |
and the whole crowd knowed that soon he would be dead | |
as that big guy just pounded away i saw the strangest thing | |
the hand of that little man began to move | |
and it slipped into his pocket where it found an equalizer | |
that before this night was just a whittling tool | |
with a soulful rolling motion that little fella made a sweep | |
and caught the big guy clean across the gut | |
and the big man started screaming grabbed himself and tried to run | |
but fell and died before his eyes would shut | |
well the little man was unconscious and near death for many days | |
and when he came to he would not believe | |
while on his knees unconscious his hands had killed a man | |
and to this day he thinks he' s been deceived |
There used to be a beer joint, where the workin men would drink | |
and yell and horse around most every night | |
there was alway lots of beer and pickled pork and country gals | |
and always lots of arguments and fights | |
the owner was a burly man, and he chased most fights outside | |
to the little parking lot behind the bar | |
one night i was driving by and i saw a crowd back there | |
so i drove around and got out of my car | |
they were woopin and they were hollerin they were packed in so tight | |
they wouldn' t break that circle for no one | |
So i climbed up on top of my car to give myself the view | |
so i could see the center of their fun | |
well the 2 guys who was fighting were so different in size | |
that i found myself laughing with the crowd | |
one was just as big and mean as any man i' ve ever seen | |
the other was was the kind that' s small and proud | |
The little man hauled off and hit that big man with all he had | |
Hit him harder than any body thought he might | |
And big guy lost his balance, fell back and bumped his head | |
and He got up slow and oh the crowd got quiet | |
he just lumbered over and hit that little man up side his head | |
so hard i swear i heard a crack | |
but the little fella didn' t fall, he just weaved and groaned a bit | |
and just stood there a human punchin sack | |
that little fella' s arms hung helpless at his sides | |
as the big man pounded off on his head | |
and his legs began to buckle as he sunk down to his knees | |
and the whole crowd knowed that soon he would be dead | |
as that big guy just pounded away i saw the strangest thing | |
the hand of that little man began to move | |
and it slipped into his pocket where it found an equalizer | |
that before this night was just a whittling tool | |
with a soulful rolling motion that little fella made a sweep | |
and caught the big guy clean across the gut | |
and the big man started screaming grabbed himself and tried to run | |
but fell and died before his eyes would shut | |
well the little man was unconscious and near death for many days | |
and when he came to he would not believe | |
while on his knees unconscious his hands had killed a man | |
and to this day he thinks he' s been deceived |