Who killed Davy Moore?
Why'd die and what's the reason for?
Not I, says the referee,
don't point your little finger at me.
Sure I could have stopped it in the eighth
and saved him from his terrible fate.
But the crowd would have booed,
I'm sure, at not getting
their money's worth
Too bad he had to go,
but there was pressure on me too,
you know
No, it wasn't me that made him fall,
you can't blame me at all
Who killed Aveymore?
Why did he and what's the reason for?
Not I, says the angry crowd,
whose screams fill the arena loud
Too bad he died that night,
but we'd just like to see a good fight
You can't blame us for his death,
we'd just like to see some sweat
There ain't nothing wrong in that,
nor it wasn't us that made him fall
You can't blame us at all
Who killed Davy Moore?
Why did he die and
what's the reason for?
Not I, says his manager,
puffin' 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 and
kids he's dead
But if he was sick he should have said
No, you can't blame me at all
It wasn't me that made him fall
Who killed Aveymore?
Why did he die and
what's the reason for?
Not I, says the boxing writer
Poundin' the print in his old typewriter
Who says boxing ain't to blame
There's just as much danger
in a football game
Boxing is here to stay, it's just the old
No, you can't blame me at all,
it wasn't me that made him fall
Who killed Aveymore?
Why'd die and what's the reason for?
Not I, said 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, that's true,
but that's what I was paid to do
Don't say murder, don't say kill,
it was destiny, it was God's will
Who killed Davy Moore?
Why did he die
and what's the reason for?