Little Things Mean a Lot - Kitty Kallen

Little Things Mean a Lot - Kitty Kallen

Год
2018
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
179140

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Little Things Mean a Lot

Kitty Kallen

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

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