Bob Dylan lyrics
Bob Dylan lyrics
"Who Killed Davey Moore? Lyrics"
Gratitude Lyrics
Good times gone but you missed them What's gone wrong in your system Things they bounce just like a spaulding What'd you think you miss your calling It's so free this kind of feeling It's like life it's so appealing When you got so much to say It's called gratit
Good times gone but you missed them What's gone wrong in your system Things they bounce just like a spaulding What'd you think you miss your calling It's so free this kind of feeling It's like life it's so appealing When you got so much to say It's called gratit
by Bob Dylan
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 lo
Falling Further Lyrics
You said there would come a day you would leave Someday not so far away from here I'm falling further into your arms In love with You I'll sing to you With all that I am I'd give me life just to touch your hand
ud.You said there would come a day you would leave Someday not so far away from here I'm falling further into your arms In love with You I'll sing to you With all that I am I'd give me life just to touch your hand
"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 us that made him fall.
No, you can't blame us 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, yo
Lonesome And A Long Way From Home Lyrics
Out on an open highway, Such a lovely day but something's wrong. Something, something's gotta be wrong. I just left home this morning, This old road keeps rolling on and on. Rolling, rolling on and on. Won't somebody help me? Won't somebody help me? Won't some
can't blame me at all."Out on an open highway, Such a lovely day but something's wrong. Something, something's gotta be wrong. I just left home this morning, This old road keeps rolling on and on. Rolling, rolling on and on. Won't somebody help me? Won't somebody help me? Won't some
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 d
Miss MennN Lyrics
Me levottomat snkyyn pdyttiin Vaikka tunnettukaan hyvin ei Ja s hetkell rakkauden Mulle kuiskasit lupauksen_ Olen tyttsi sulle ikuinen M taisin himoita sut nnnyksiin Kun aamu sokkiin sinut vei Ilman kenki hiivit pois Kuin kaikki t vrin ois Milloin lupaukses viel kuulla v
nger in a football game."Me levottomat snkyyn pdyttiin Vaikka tunnettukaan hyvin ei Ja s hetkell rakkauden Mulle kuiskasit lupauksen_ Olen tyttsi sulle ikuinen M taisin himoita sut nnnyksiin Kun aamu sokkiin sinut vei Ilman kenki hiivit pois Kuin kaikki t vrin ois Milloin lupaukses viel kuulla v
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?