Song | The Hitter |
Artist | Dover |
Album | Late At Night |
[00:01.12] | Tom Jones - The Hitter |
[00:03.06] | |
[00:09.28] | Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain |
[00:17.63] | I was just passin’ through and got caught in the rain |
[00:26.40] | There’s nothing I want, nothin’ that you need say |
[00:34.46] | Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way¡ |
[00:41.06] | |
[00:43.41] | I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen |
[00:52.17] | With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans |
[01:01.63] | I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made |
[01:09.44] | I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade |
[01:15.78] | |
[01:18.28] | Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town |
[01:25.77] | Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down |
[01:35.79] | I did what I did well it come easily |
[01:44.92] | Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me |
[01:51.80] | |
[01:52.84] | I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud |
[02:00.68] | Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood |
[02:10.40] | In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw |
[02:17.67] | I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor |
[02:27.75] | Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on |
[02:37.03] | ‘Till I felt my glove leather slip ‘tween his skin and bone |
[02:44.07] | |
[02:45.06] | Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track |
[02:53.62] | The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black |
[03:02.64] | I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets |
[03:11.21] | I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets |
[03:17.92] | |
[03:19.00] | Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell |
[03:28.62] | From high in the rafters I watched myself fall |
[03:36.60] | As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black |
[03:45.50] | I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back |
[03:52.22] | |
[03:54.27] | Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game |
[04:03.12] | If you know me one different then speak out his name |
[04:11.59] | Ma if my voice now you don’t recognize |
[04:20.37] | Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes |
[04:29.34] | I ask of you nothin’, not a kiss not a smile, |
[04:37.92] | Just open the door and let me lie down for a while |
[04:44.91] | |
[04:46.43] | Now the gray rain’s fallin’ and my ring fightin’s done |
[04:54.85] | So in the work fields and alleys I take all who’ll come |
[05:03.63] | If you’re a better man than me then just step to the line |
[05:09.80] | Now there’s nothin’ I want Ma nothin’ that you need say |
[05:29.34] | Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way |
[05:36.91] | |
[05:38.73] | Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt |
[05:47.35] | I move to the center and I take off my shirt |
[05:55.86] | I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, |
[06:00.97] | Man, nor the time can erase |
[06:04.62] | I move hard to the left and I strike to the face |
[06:15.88] |
[00:01.12] | Tom Jones The Hitter |
[00:03.06] | |
[00:09.28] | Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain |
[00:17.63] | I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain |
[00:26.40] | There' s nothing I want, nothin' that you need say |
[00:34.46] | Just let me lie down for a while and I' ll be on my way |
[00:41.06] | |
[00:43.41] | I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen |
[00:52.17] | With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans |
[01:01.63] | I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made |
[01:09.44] | I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade |
[01:15.78] | |
[01:18.28] | Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town |
[01:25.77] | Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down |
[01:35.79] | I did what I did well it come easily |
[01:44.92] | Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me |
[01:51.80] | |
[01:52.84] | I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud |
[02:00.68] | Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood |
[02:10.40] | In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw |
[02:17.67] | I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor |
[02:27.75] | Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on |
[02:37.03] | ' Till I felt my glove leather slip ' tween his skin and bone |
[02:44.07] | |
[02:45.06] | Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track |
[02:53.62] | The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black |
[03:02.64] | I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets |
[03:11.21] | I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets |
[03:17.92] | |
[03:19.00] | Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell |
[03:28.62] | From high in the rafters I watched myself fall |
[03:36.60] | As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black |
[03:45.50] | I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back |
[03:52.22] | |
[03:54.27] | Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game |
[04:03.12] | If you know me one different then speak out his name |
[04:11.59] | Ma if my voice now you don' t recognize |
[04:20.37] | Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes |
[04:29.34] | I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile, |
[04:37.92] | Just open the door and let me lie down for a while |
[04:44.91] | |
[04:46.43] | Now the gray rain' s fallin' and my ring fightin' s done |
[04:54.85] | So in the work fields and alleys I take all who' ll come |
[05:03.63] | If you' re a better man than me then just step to the line |
[05:09.80] | Now there' s nothin' I want Ma nothin' that you need say |
[05:29.34] | Just let me lie down for a while and I' ll be on my way |
[05:36.91] | |
[05:38.73] | Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt |
[05:47.35] | I move to the center and I take off my shirt |
[05:55.86] | I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, |
[06:00.97] | Man, nor the time can erase |
[06:04.62] | I move hard to the left and I strike to the face |
[06:15.88] |