Phil Ochs - Davey moore

^AmIt was out to California young ^DmDavey Moore did go, To ^Gmeet with Sugar Ramos and ^Ctrade him blow for ^E7blow He ^Amleft his home in Springfield, his ^Dmwife and children five; The ^Gspring was fast approaching, it was ^Cgood to be ^E7alive. His ^Amwife, she begged and pleaded, "you ^Dmhave to leave this game. ^GIs it worth the bloodshed and ^Cis it worth the ^E7pain? " But ^AmDavey could not hear above the ^Dmcheering crowd ^GHe was a champion, and ^Cchampions are ^E7proud.

Hang his ^Amgloves upon the wall, shine his ^Gtrophies bright clear, Another ^Amman will fall bef^Gore we dry our tears For the f^Amighters must destroy as the poet^Gs must sing, As the h^Dmungry crowd must gather for the ^E7blood upon the ring.

And ^Amthousands gave a roar when ^DmDavey Moore walked in, ^GAnother man to fight, another ^Cpurse to ^E7win And ^Amall along the ringside, a ^Dmsight beyond compare The ^Gmoney-chasing vultures were ^Cwaiting for their ^E7share, He ^Amstood there in his corner and he ^Dmwaited for the bell; The ^Gsignal of the struggle of ^Ctwo men facin' ^E7hell; And ^Amwhen the bell was sounded, the ^Dmblows began to rain, And ^Gblows will lead to hate -- ^Chate drives men ^E7insane.

Hang his ^Amgloves upon the wall, shine his ^Gtrophies bright clear, Another ^Amman will fall bef^Gore we dry our tears For the f^Amighters must destroy as the poet^Gs must sing, As the h^Dmungry crowd must gather for the ^E7blood upon the ring.

^AmThe fists were flying fast and hard, the ^Dmsweat was pouring down, And^G Davey Moore grew weaker with ev^C'ry passin' ^E7round. His ^Amlegs began to wobble and his ^Dmarms began to strain, He ^Gfell upon the canvas floor, a ^Cfog around his ^E7brain. ^AmAt last the fight was over, young ^DmDavey fought no more, He ^Glost the final battle behi^Cnd a doctor's ^E7door. And ^Amback at the arena, the ^Dmscreaming crowd is gone, And ^Gdeath is waiting ringside, for the ^Cnext fight to come ^E7on.

Hang his ^Amgloves upon the wall, shine his ^Gtrophies bright clear, Another ^Amman will fall bef^Gore we dry our tears For the f^Amighters must destroy as the poet^Gs must sing, As the h^Dmungry crowd must gather for the ^E7blood upon the ring.