Ballad Of Lou Welterweight

The Felice Brothers

  • C
  • Em
  • F
  • G
Tom:
C Em F C Powder your nose, pull off your pantyhose,
Em F C G let me love you from behind, my darling.
C Em F C Powder your nose, pull on your pantyhose,
Em F C G we´re going down to my bout, my darling. at the end C 1.
C Em Before the bell would ring
F C he had a way like Errol Flynn,
Em F C G as he sauntered to the ring with a sheet on.
C Em But the late rounds scared the girl,
F C heaven knows she thought the world of Lou,
Em F C G it was hard to see him swaying in the neon.
C Em Joey was a no-one,
F C just some big dumb kid from Flushing.
Em F C G He had a face like a ugly bull, always pouting.
C Em He hit Louie kind of low
F C and he stumbled on the ropes
Em F C G as the bookies blocked the rows, shouting. Ref. 2.
C Em The blows were hard and loud,
F C he could hardly hear the crowd
Em F C G in the bleachers where they howled, the were cheering.
C Em I remenber in the eight,
F C it was clear that Lou was fading,
Em F C G when somthing caught his eye by the ceiling.
C Em He saw her as she spoke
F C thought the shifty yelliw smoke,
Em F C G she said: Louie you look bad, are you dying?
C Em But Louie could not answer,
F C his eyes were cast up to the rafters,
Em F C G and they slowly sealed in silence.
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