11.The Hitter
Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain
I was just passin？through and got caught in the rain
There nothing I want, nothin鈥？that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and Il be on my way
I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen
With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town
Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down
I did what I did well it come easily
Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me
I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our
blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
ill I felt my glove leather slip ween his skin and bone
Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track
The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets
I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets
Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell
From high in the rafters I watched myself fall
As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went
black
I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back
Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game
If you know me one different then speak out his name
Ma if my voice now you don recognize
Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes
I ask of you nothin？ not a kiss not a smile,
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while
Now the gray rain fallin？and my ring fightin done
So in the work fields and alleys I take all whol come
If youe a better man than me then just step to the line
Now there nothin？I want Ma nothin？that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and Il be on my way
Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center and I take off my shirt
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
Man, nor the time can erase
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face
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