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Face down in the gutter, won't admit defeat |
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Though his clothes are soiled and black |
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He's a big, strong man with a child's mind |
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Don't you take his booze away, hey |
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He's been at it for years, drinkin' balls and beers |
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He's a hero to most he meets, hey, hey, hey |
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But inside he cries, black, swollen eyes |
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This man, he sheds no tears |
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Now his wife and kids sing a different tune |
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As they worry 'bout their daddy dyin', hey, hey, hey |
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But this arrogant fool breaks every rule |
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It'll be nothing but pride that kills him |
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Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote |
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He'll be dead before the daylight shines |
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But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong |
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Might keep this man from dying |
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Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote |
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He'll be dead before the daylight shines |
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But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong |
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Might keep this fool from dying |
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He's a legend in the bar with every scar |
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Fights a thousand bigger men, hey, hey, hey |
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But now he fights and loses, got all the bruises |
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Will someone please step in? |
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This Irish fools got a great, big heart |
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He keeps climbin' back into the ring, hey, hey, hey |
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In the low down circles where he holds his court |
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This man, he once was king |
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Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote |
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He'll be dead before the daylight shines |
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But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong |
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Might keep this fool from dying |
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Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote |
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He'll be dead before the daylight shines |
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But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong |
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Might keep this fool from dying |
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This one goes out to the |
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Boston Punks and |
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SkinsA rowdy bunch they are |
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This one goes out to everyone at |
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Six Fifty |
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Six Adams |
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StreetHow you doin', fellas? |
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This one goes out to [Incomprehensible] |
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Ballroom heroes, one no longer with us |
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Last but not the least, this one goes out to[Incomprehensible] |
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He's a legend in the bar with every scar |
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Fights a thousand, bigger men, hey, hey, hey |
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Now he fights and loses, got all the bruises |
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Will someone please step in?' |
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Cause this |
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Irish fools got a great, big heart |
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He keeps climbin' back in to the ring, hey, hey, hey |
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In the low down circles where he holds his court |
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This man he once was king |
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Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote |
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He'll be dead before the daylight shines |
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But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong |
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Might keep this fool from dying |
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Could he listen, no, he won't, that's all she wrote |
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He'll be dead before the daylight shines |
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But the thoughts and prayers of a million strong |
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Might keep this fool from dying |
