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Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not i,andquot; says the referee,
andquot;donand't point your finger at me.
i couldand've stopped it in the eighth
anand' maybe kept him from his fate,
but the crowd wouldand've booed, iand'm sure,
at not gettinand' their moneyand's worth.
itand's too bad he had to go,
but there was a pressure on me too, you know.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not us,andquot; says the angry crowd,
whose screams filled the arena loud.
andquot;itand's too bad he died that night
but we just like to see a fight.
we didnand't mean for him tand' meet his death,
we just meant to see some sweat,
there ainand't nothing wrong in that.
it wasnand't us that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame us at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says his manager,
puffing on a big cigar.
andquot;itand's hard to say, itand's hard to tell,
i always thought that he was well.
itand's too bad for his wife anand' kids heand's dead,
but if he was sick, he shouldand've said.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says the gambling man,
with his ticket stub still in his hand.
andquot;it wasnand't me that knocked him down,
my hands never touched him none.
i didnand't commit no ugly sin,
anyway, i put money on him to win.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says the boxing writer,
pounding print on his old typewriter,
sayinand', andquot;boxing ainand't to blame,
thereand's just as much danger in a football game.andquot;
sayinand', andquot;fist fighting is here to stay,
itand's just the old american way.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says the man whose fists
laid him low in a cloud of mist,
who came here from cubaand's door
where boxing ainand't allowed no more.
andquot;i hit him, yes, itand's true,
but thatand's what i am paid to do.
donand't say and'murder,and' donand't say and'kill.and'
it was destiny, it was godand's will.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
Bob Dylan
Who Killed Davey Moore?
Who Killed Davey Moore?
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not i,andquot; says the referee,
andquot;donand't point your finger at me.
i couldand've stopped it in the eighth
anand' maybe kept him from his fate,
but the crowd wouldand've booed, iand'm sure,
at not gettinand' their moneyand's worth.
itand's too bad he had to go,
but there was a pressure on me too, you know.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not us,andquot; says the angry crowd,
whose screams filled the arena loud.
andquot;itand's too bad he died that night
but we just like to see a fight.
we didnand't mean for him tand' meet his death,
we just meant to see some sweat,
there ainand't nothing wrong in that.
it wasnand't us that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame us at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says his manager,
puffing on a big cigar.
andquot;itand's hard to say, itand's hard to tell,
i always thought that he was well.
itand's too bad for his wife anand' kids heand's dead,
but if he was sick, he shouldand've said.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says the gambling man,
with his ticket stub still in his hand.
andquot;it wasnand't me that knocked him down,
my hands never touched him none.
i didnand't commit no ugly sin,
anyway, i put money on him to win.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says the boxing writer,
pounding print on his old typewriter,
sayinand', andquot;boxing ainand't to blame,
thereand's just as much danger in a football game.andquot;
sayinand', andquot;fist fighting is here to stay,
itand's just the old american way.
it wasnand't me that made him fall.
no, you canand't blame me at all.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
andquot;not me,andquot; says the man whose fists
laid him low in a cloud of mist,
who came here from cubaand's door
where boxing ainand't allowed no more.
andquot;i hit him, yes, itand's true,
but thatand's what i am paid to do.
donand't say and'murder,and' donand't say and'kill.and'
it was destiny, it was godand's will.andquot;
Who killed davey moore,
why anand' whatand's the reason for?
