Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Kid's Last Flight, artist - Frankie Laine. Album song Gold: Frankie Laine, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 24.03.2012
Record label: Spider
Song language: English
The Kid's Last Flight |
It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy |
In the summer of 'ninety-three |
Now the Kid was everybody’s pride and joy |
Just as game as a kid could be |
And his darlin' Bess was in the second row |
She was prayin' with all her might |
Sayin, «Kid, we need that little bungalow |
Oh, you’ve just gotta win tonight» |
Come on, Kid, come on, Kid |
Let’s hit him with a left and a right |
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid |
But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight (But how were they to |
know it was the Kid’s last fight) |
Now the Kid had fever to the very bone |
But nobody would ever guess |
He was in there fightin' on his heart alone |
Cause he just had to win for Bess |
Oh, the Kid was battered, the Kid was floored |
But the count never got to ten |
Though his brain was reelin' when the people roared |
He was up on his feet again |
Come on, Kid, come on, Kid |
Let’s hit him with a left and a right |
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid |
But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight (But how were they to |
know it was the Kid’s last fight) |
Said the Tiger, scowlin', don’t you know you’re through |
I can whip you just like a child |
I’m gonna take the fight and take your woman too |
When he heard that the Kid went wild |
Said the Kid, «For that I’ll tear you limb from limb» |
And he sprang like an angry colt |
He said a punch a-flyin at the Tiger’s chin |
Knocked him out like a thunderbolt |
Come on, Kid, come on |
Kid Let’s hit him with a left and a right |
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid |
But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight (But how were they to |
know it was the Kid’s last fight) |
To the crowd that saw it there was little doubt |
That the Kid was a champ that night |
But the champ would never have another bout |
'Twas the fever that won the fight |
Gather round, I’m bettin' even money folks |
There’s a bell soundin' way up high |
And the champ is climbin' through the golden ropes |
Of the Big Ring up in the sky |
Come on, Kid, come on, Kid |
Let’s hit him with a left and a right |
Go on, Kid, go on, Kid |
But how were they to know it was the Kid’s last fight |