Davey Moore chords by Phil Ochs

Chords with lyrics

Davey Moore

Verse 1:

A minorAm               DmDm
It was out to California young Davey Moore did go,
  G+G             C majorC         E7E7
To meet with Sugar Ramos and trade him blow for blow
  A minorAm                DmDm
He left his home in Springfield, his wife and children five;
  G+G                  C majorC     E7E7
The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive.
  A minorAm                 DmDm
His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to leave this game.
G+G               C majorC        E7E7
Is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth the pain? "
  A minorAm               DmDm
But Davey could not hear above the cheering crowd
     G+G       C majorC       E7E7
He was a champion, and champions are proud.

Chorus:
     A minorAm               G+G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
    DmDm        E7E7
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
     A minorAm               G+G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
    DmDm               E7E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.

Verse 2:

  A minorAm             DmDm
And thousands gave a roar when Davey Moore walked in,
G+G               C majorC    E7E7
Another man to fight, another purse to win
  A minorAm            DmDm
And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare
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The money-chasing vultures were waiting for their share,
  A minorAm                DmDm
He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell;
  G+G             C majorC       E7E7
The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell;
  A minorAm               DmDm
And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain,
  G+G             C majorC        E7E7
And blows will lead to hate -- hate drives men insane.

Chorus:

     A minorAm               G+G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
    DmDm        E7E7
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
     A minorAm               G+G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
    DmDm               E7E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.

Verse 3:

A minorAm                    DmDm
The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down,
  G+G                C majorC      E7E7
And Davey Moore grew weaker with ev'ry passin' round.
  A minorAm              DmDm
His legs began to wobble and his arms began to strain,
  G+G               C majorC       E7E7
He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog around his brain.
A minorAm                DmDm
At last the fight was over, young Davey fought no more,
  G+G             C majorC       E7E7
He lost the final battle behind a doctor's door.
  A minorAm           DmDm
And back at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone,
  G+G                 C majorC         E7E7
And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to come on.

Chorus:

     A minorAm               G+G
Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear,
    DmDm        E7E7
Another man will fall before we dry our tears
     A minorAm               G+G
For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing,
    DmDm               E7E7
As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring.