作词 : Bob Dylan
作曲 : Bob Dylan
Who killed Davey Moore
Why, what's the reason for?
"Not I," says the referee
"Don't point your finger at me
I could've stopped it in the eighth
An' kept him from his tragic fate
But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure
At not gettin' their money's worth
It's too bad he had to go
But there was a pressure on me too, you know
It wasn't me that made him fall
You can't blame me at all"
Who killed Davey Moore
Why, what's the reason for?
"Not us," says the angry crowd
Whose voice filled the arena loud
"It's too bad he died that night
But we just like to see a good fight
We just like to see some sweat
There ain't nothing wrong in that
It wasn't us that made him fall
You can't blame us at all"
Who killed Davey Moore
Why, what's the reason for?
"Not me," says his manager
Puffing on a big cigar
"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell
I always thought that he was well
It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead
But if he was sick he should've said
It wasn't me that made him fall
You can't blame me at all"
Who killed Davey Moore
Why, what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the gambling man
With his ticket stub still in his hand
"It wasn't me that knocked him down
My hands didn't touch him none
I didn't commit no ugly sin
Anyway, I put money on him to win
It wasn't me that made him fall
You can't blame me at all"
Who killed Davey Moore
Why, what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the boxing writer
Who pounds print on his old typewriter
Sayin',"boxing ain't to blame
There's more danger in a football game"
Sayin',"Fistfighting is here to stay
It's the old American way
It wasn't me that made him fall
You can't blame me at all"
Who killed Davey Moore
Why, what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the man whose fists
Laid him low in a cloud of mist
Who came here from Cuba's door
Where boxing ain't allowed no more
"I hit him, yes, it is true
But that's what I am paid to do
Don't say 'murder', don't say 'kill'
It was destiny, it was God's will"
Who killed Davey Moore
Why, what's the reason for?
