The Kid`s Last Fight Lyrics

The Kid`s Last Fight lyrics

The Kid's Last Fight

 Frankie Laine

 

 It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy

 In the summer of ninety-three

 Now the Kid was everybody's pride and joy

 Just as game as a kid could be

 

 And his darlin' Bess was in the second row

 She was prayin' with all her might

 Sayin, "Kid, we need that little bungalow

 Oh, you've just gotta win tonight"

 

 Come on, Kid, come on, Kid

 Let's hit him with a left and a right

 Go on, Kid, go on, Kid

 But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

 (But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight)

 

 Now the Kid had fever to the very bone

 But nobody would ever guess

 He was in there fightin' on his heart alone

 Cause he just had to win for Bess

 

 Oh, the Kid was battered, the Kid was floored

 But the count never got to ten

 Though his brain was reelin' when the people roared

 He was up on his feet again

 

 Come on, Kid, come on, Kid

 Let's hit him with a left and a right

 Go on, Kid, go on, Kid

 But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

 (But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight)

 

 Said the Tiger, scowlin', don't you know you're through

 I can whip you just like a child

 I'm gonna take the fight and take your woman too

 When he heard that the Kid went wild

 

 Said the Kid, "For that I'll tear you limb from limb"

 And he sprang like an angry colt

 He said a punch a-flyin at the Tiger's chin

 Knocked him out like a thunderbolt

 

 Come on, Kid, come on, Kid

 Let's hit him with a left and a right

 Go on, Kid, go on, Kid

 But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

 (But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight)

 

 To the crowd that saw it there was little doubt

 That the Kid was a champ that night

 But the champ would never have another bout

 Twas the fever that won the fight

 

 Gather round, I'm bettin' even money folks

 There's a bell soundin' way up high

 And the champ is climbin' through the golden ropes

 Of the Big Ring up in the sky

 

 Come on, Kid, come on, Kid

 Let's hit him with a left and a right

 Go on, Kid, go on, Kid

 But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight

 

 Lyrics provided by Betty E. Fisher, Hanover, MD (berfisher@aol.com).