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 ringF 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 lowF C and he stumbled on the ropesEm 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 crowdEm 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 spokeF 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.
Ballad Of Lou Welterweight
The Felice Brothers
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