The Hit Lyrics
| Song | The Hit |
| Artist | Rubén Blades |
| Album | Nothing But The Truth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Tom Jones - The Hitter | |
| Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain | |
| I was just passin’ through and got caught in the rain | |
| There’s nothing I want, nothin’ that you need say | |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way¡ | |
| I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen | |
| With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans | |
| I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made | |
| I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade | |
| Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town | |
| Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down | |
| I did what I did well it come easily | |
| Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me | |
| I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud | |
| Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood | |
| In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw | |
| I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor | |
| Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on | |
| ‘Till I felt my glove leather slip ‘tween his skin and bone | |
| Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track | |
| The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black | |
| I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets | |
| I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets | |
| Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell | |
| From high in the rafters I watched myself fall | |
| As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black | |
| I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back | |
| Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game | |
| If you know me one different then speak out his name | |
| Ma if my voice now you don’t recognize | |
| Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes | |
| I ask of you nothin’, not a kiss not a smile, | |
| Just open the door and let me lie down for a while | |
| Now the gray rain’s fallin’ and my ring fightin’s done | |
| So in the work fields and alleys I take all who’ll come | |
| If you’re a better man than me then just step to the line | |
| Now there’s nothin’ I want Ma nothin’ that you need say | |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I’ll be on my way | |
| Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt | |
| I move to the center and I take off my shirt | |
| I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, | |
| Man, nor the time can erase | |
| I move hard to the left and I strike to the face |
| Tom Jones The Hitter | |
| Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain | |
| I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain | |
| There' s nothing I want, nothin' that you need say | |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I' ll be on my way | |
| I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen | |
| With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans | |
| I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made | |
| I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade | |
| Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town | |
| Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down | |
| I did what I did well it come easily | |
| Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me | |
| I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud | |
| Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood | |
| In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw | |
| I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor | |
| Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on | |
| ' Till I felt my glove leather slip ' tween his skin and bone | |
| Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track | |
| The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black | |
| I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets | |
| I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets | |
| Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell | |
| From high in the rafters I watched myself fall | |
| As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black | |
| I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back | |
| Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game | |
| If you know me one different then speak out his name | |
| Ma if my voice now you don' t recognize | |
| Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes | |
| I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile, | |
| Just open the door and let me lie down for a while | |
| Now the gray rain' s fallin' and my ring fightin' s done | |
| So in the work fields and alleys I take all who' ll come | |
| If you' re a better man than me then just step to the line | |
| Now there' s nothin' I want Ma nothin' that you need say | |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I' ll be on my way | |
| Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt | |
| I move to the center and I take off my shirt | |
| I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, | |
| Man, nor the time can erase | |
| I move hard to the left and I strike to the face |
| Tom Jones The Hitter | |
| Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain | |
| I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain | |
| There' s nothing I want, nothin' that you need say | |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I' ll be on my way | |
| I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen | |
| With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans | |
| I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made | |
| I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade | |
| Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town | |
| Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down | |
| I did what I did well it come easily | |
| Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me | |
| I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud | |
| Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood | |
| In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw | |
| I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor | |
| Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on | |
| ' Till I felt my glove leather slip ' tween his skin and bone | |
| Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track | |
| The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black | |
| I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets | |
| I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets | |
| Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell | |
| From high in the rafters I watched myself fall | |
| As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black | |
| I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back | |
| Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game | |
| If you know me one different then speak out his name | |
| Ma if my voice now you don' t recognize | |
| Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes | |
| I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile, | |
| Just open the door and let me lie down for a while | |
| Now the gray rain' s fallin' and my ring fightin' s done | |
| So in the work fields and alleys I take all who' ll come | |
| If you' re a better man than me then just step to the line | |
| Now there' s nothin' I want Ma nothin' that you need say | |
| Just let me lie down for a while and I' ll be on my way | |
| Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt | |
| I move to the center and I take off my shirt | |
| I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, | |
| Man, nor the time can erase | |
| I move hard to the left and I strike to the face |
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