Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Little Things Mean a Lot , by - Kitty Kallen. Release date: 28.11.2018
Song language: English
Little Things Mean a Lot |
| 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 |