Phil Ochs - Davey Moore Chords

Davey Moore

[Verse 1]

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It was out to California young Davey Moore did go,
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To meet with Sugar Ramos and trade him blow for blow
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He left his home in Springfield, his wife and children five;
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The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive.
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His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to leave this game.
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Is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth the pain? "
    Am                             Dm
But Davey could not hear above the cheering crowd
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He was a champion, and champions are proud.

[Chorus]
         Am                              G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
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Another man will fall before we dry our tears
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For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
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As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.

[Verse 2]

    Am                         Dm
And thousands gave a roar when Davey Moore walked in,
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Another man to fight, another purse to win
    Am                        Dm
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare
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The money-chasing vultures were waiting for their share,
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He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell;
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The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell;
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And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain,
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And blows will lead to hate -- hate drives men insane.

[Chorus]

         Am                              G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
        Dm               E7
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
         Am                              G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
        Dm                              E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.


[Verse 3]

Am                                       Dm
The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
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And Davey Moore grew weaker with ev'ry passin' round.
    Am                           Dm
His legs began to wobble and his arms began to strain,
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He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog around his brain.
Am                                Dm
At last the fight was over, young Davey fought no more,
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He lost the final battle behind a doctor's door.
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And back at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone,
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And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to come on.

[Chorus]

         Am                              G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
        Dm               E7
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
         Am                              G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
        Dm                              E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.