Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hitter, artist - Tom Jones. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
The Hitter |
| Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain |
| I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain |
| There’s nothing I want, nothin' that you need say |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way? |
| I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen |
| With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans |
| I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made |
| I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade |
| Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town |
| Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down |
| I did what I did well it come easily |
| Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me |
| I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud |
| Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood |
| In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw |
| I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor |
| Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on |
| 'Till I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone |
| Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track |
| The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black |
| I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets |
| I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets |
| Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell |
| From high in the rafters I watched myself fall |
| As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black |
| I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back |
| Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game |
| If you know me one different then speak out his name |
| Ma if my voice now you don’t recognize |
| Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes |
| I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile |
| Just open the door and let me lie down for a while |
| Now the gray rain’s fallin' and my ring fightin’s done |
| So in the work fields and alleys I take all who’ll come |
| If you’re a better man than me then just step to the line |
| Now there’s nothin' I want Ma nothin' that you need say |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way |
| Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt |
| I move to the center and I take off my shirt |
| I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain |
| Man, nor the time can erase |
| I move hard to the left and I strike to the face |