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Who Killed Davey Moore?

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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Who Killed Davey Moore? <br/> Who killed Davey Moore,<br />Why an&#039; what&#039;s the reason for?<br /><br />&quot;Not I,&quot; says the referee,<br />&quot;Don&#039;t point your finger at me.<br />I could&#039;ve stopped it in the eighth<br />An&#039; maybe kept him from his fate,<br />( )<br />But the crowd would&#039;ve booed, I&#039;m sure,<br />At not gettin&#039; their money&#039;s worth.<br />It&#039;s too bad he had to go,<br />But there was a pressure on me too, you know.<br />It wasn&#039;t me that made him fall.<br />No, you can&#039;t blame me at all.&quot;<br /><br />Who killed Davey Moore,<br />Why an&#039; what&#039;s the reason for?<br /><br />&quot;Not us,&quot; says the angry crowd,<br />Whose screams filled the arena loud.<br />&quot;It&#039;s too bad he died that night<br />But we just like to see a fight.<br />We didn&#039;t mean for him t&#039; meet his death,<br />We just meant to see some sweat,<br />There ain&#039;t nothing wrong in that.<br />It wasn&#039;t us that made him fall.<br />No, you can&#039;t blame us at all.&quot;<br /><br />Who killed Davey Moore,<br />Why an&#039; what&#039;s the reason for?<br /><br />&quot;Not me,&quot; says his manager,<br />Puffing on a big cigar.<br />&quot;It&#039;s hard to say, it&#039;s hard to tell,<br />I always thought that he was well.<br />It&#039;s too bad for his wife an&#039; kids he&#039;s dead,<br />But if he was sick, he should&#039;ve said.<br />It wasn&#039;t me that made him fall.<br />No, you can&#039;t blame me at all.&quot;<br /><br />Who killed Davey Moore,<br />Why an&#039; what&#039;s the reason for?<br /><br />&quot;Not me,&quot; says the gambling man,<br />With his ticket stub still in his hand.<br />&quot;It wasn&#039;t me that knocked him down,<br />My hands never touched him none.<br />I didn&#039;t commit no ugly sin,<br />Anyway, I put money on him to win.<br />It wasn&#039;t me that made him fall.<br />No, you can&#039;t blame me at all.&quot;<br /><br />Who killed Davey Moore,<br />Why an&#039; what&#039;s the reason for?<br /><br />&quot;Not me,&quot; says the boxing writer,<br />Pounding print on his old typewriter,<br />Sayin&#039;, &quot;Boxing ain&#039;t to blame,<br />There&#039;s just as much danger in a football game.&quot;<br />Sayin&#039;, &quot;Fist fighting is here to stay,<br />It&#039;s just the old American way.<br />It wasn&#039;t me that made him fall.<br />No, you can&#039;t blame me at all.&quot;<br /><br />Who killed Davey Moore,<br />Why an&#039; what&#039;s the reason for?<br /><br />&quot;Not me,&quot; says the man whose fists<br />Laid him low in a cloud of mist,<br />Who came here from Cuba&#039;s door<br />Where boxing ain&#039;t allowed no more.<br />&quot;I hit him, yes, it&#039;s true,<br />But that&#039;s what I am paid to do.<br />Don&#039;t say &#039;murder,&#039; don&#039;t say &#039;kill.&#039;<br />It was destiny, it was God&#039;s will.&quot;<br /><br />Who killed Davey Moore,<br />Why an&#039; what&#039;s the reason for?<br />

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