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Who Killed Davey Moore?

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[C]Who [F]killed [G]Davey [C]Moore,
[F]Why an' [G]what's [G6]the    [G7]reason [C]for?

"Not [F]I," s[C/E]ays the r[G/D]efere    [C]e,  
"Don'[F]t poi[C/E]nt your f[G/D]inger at m[C]e.  
I coul[F]d've s[C/E]topped it[G/D] in the e[C]ighth
An' m[F]aybe [C/E]kept him f[G/D]rom his f[C]ate,
But the cr[F]owd w[C/E]ould've b[G/D]ooed, I'm s[C]ure,
At no[F]t ge[C/E]ttin' their m[G/D]oney's w[C]orth.
It's t[F]oo bad[C/E] he had t[G/D]o go,    [C]    
But there was a pr[F]essure [C/E]on me t[G/D]oo, you [C]know.
It wa[F]sn't m[C/E]e that ma[G/D]de him [C]fall.
No, y[F]ou c[C/E]an't blame[G/D] me at a[C]ll."

[C]Who [F]killed [G]Davey [C]Moore,
[F]Why an' [G]what's [G6]the    [G7]reason [C]for?

"Not u[F]s," s[C/E]ays the a[G/D]ngry c[C]rowd,
Whose scr[F]eams f[C/E]illed the a[G/D]rena lo[C]ud.  
"It's t[F]oo bad[C/E] he d    [G/D]ied that n[C]ight
But w[F]e just [C/E]like to s[G/D]ee a     [C]fight.
We di[F]dn't [C/E]mean for him t' [G/D]meet his d[C]eath,
We ju[F]st m[C/E]eant to s[G/D]ee some s[C]weat,
There[F] ain't [C/E]nothing w[G/D]rong in t[C]hat.
It wa[F]sn't m[C/E]e that ma[G/D]de him [C]fall.
No, y[F]ou c[C/E]an't blame[G/D] me at a[C]ll."

[C]Who [F]killed [G]Davey [C]Moore,
[F]Why an' [G]what's [G6]the    [G7]reason [C]for?

"Not [F]me," [C/E]says his [G/D]manage[C]r,  
Puffi[F]ng o[C/E]n a bi[G/D]g ci    [C]gar.
"It's h[F]ard to[C/E] say, it's [G/D]hard to [C]tell,
I alw[F]ays [C/E]thought that [G/D]he was w[C]ell.
It's [F]too bad for his [C/E]wife an' [G/D]kids he's d[C]ead,
But if h[F]e was s[C/E]ick, he s[G/D]hould've sa[C]id.  
It wa[F]sn't m[C/E]e that ma[G/D]de him [C]fall.
No, y[F]ou c[C/E]an't blame[G/D] me at a[C]ll."

[C]Who [F]killed [G]Davey [C]Moore,
[F]Why an' [G]what's [G6]the    [G7]reason [C]for?

"Not [F]me," s[C/E]ays the g[G/D]ambling [C]man,
With his tic[F]ket st[C/E]ub still [G/D]in his ha[C]nd.  
"It wa[F]sn't[C/E] me that [G/D]knocked [C]him down,
My ha[F]nds [C/E]never tou[G/D]ched him [C]none.
I did[F]n't [C/E]commit no[G/D] ugl    [C]y sin,
Anywa[F]y, I put [C/E]money on [G/D]him to [C]win.
It wa[F]sn't m[C/E]e that ma[G/D]de him [C]fall.
No, y[F]ou c[C/E]an't blame[G/D] me at a[C]ll."

[C]Who [F]killed [G]Davey [C]Moore,
[F]Why an' [G]what's [G6]the    [G7]reason [C]for?

"Not [F]me," s[C/E]ays the b[G/D]oxing w[C]riter,
Pound[F]ing [C/E]print on his [G/D]old ty[C]pewriter,
Sayin[F]', "[C/E]Boxing ai[G/D]n't to b[C]lame,
There[F]'s just as much[C/E] danger in a[G/D] footb[C]all game."
Sayin', "F[F]ist [C/E]fighting is [G/D]here to [C]stay,
It's [F]just [C/E]the old Am[G/D]erican wa[C]y.  
It wa[F]sn't m[C/E]e that ma[G/D]de him [C]fall.
No, y[F]ou c[C/E]an't blam[G/D]e me at [C]all."

[C]Who [F]killed [G]Davey [C]Moore,
[F]Why an' [G]what's [G6]the    [G7]reason [C]for?

"Not [F]me," [C/E]says the [G/D]man whose f[C]ists
Laid [F]him [C/E]low in a [G/D]cloud of [C]mist,
Who c[F]ame [C/E]here from [G/D]Cuba's d[C]oor  
Where[F] box[C/E]ing ain't a[G/D]llowed no[C] more.
"I hi[F]t him[C/E], yes, it[G/D]'s t    [C]rue,
But t[F]hat'[C/E]s what I [G/D]am paid t[C]o do.
Don't[F] say 'm[C/E]urder,' d[G/D]on't say '[C]kill.'
It was d[F]esti[C/E]ny, it wa[G/D]s God's [C]will."

[C]Who [F]killed [G]Davey [C]Moore,
[F]Why an' [G]what's [G6]the    [G7]reason [C]for?


Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not I," says the referee,
"Don't point your finger at me.
I could've stopped it in the eighth
An' maybe kept him from his fate,
But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure,
At not gettin' their money's worth.
It's too bad he had to go,
But there was a pressure on me too, you know.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not us," says the angry crowd,
Whose screams filled the arena loud.
"It's too bad he died that night
But we just like to see a fight.
We didn't mean for him t' meet his death,
We just meant to see some sweat,
There ain't nothing wrong in that.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says his manager,
Puffing on a big cigar.
"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,
I always thought that he was well.
It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead,
But if he was sick, he should've said.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the gambling man,
With his ticket stub still in his hand.
"It wasn't me that knocked him down,
My hands never touched him none.
I didn't commit no ugly sin,
Anyway, I put money on him to win.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the boxing writer,
Pounding print on his old typewriter,
Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame,
There's just as much danger in a football game."
Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay,
It's just the old American way.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the man whose fists
Laid him low in a cloud of mist,
Who came here from Cuba's door
Where boxing ain't allowed no more.
"I hit him, yes, it's true,
But that's what I am paid to do.
Don't say 'murder,' don't say 'kill.'
It was destiny, it was God's will."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

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