Bruce Springsteen - The Hitter lyrics

Come to the door, Ma, and unlock the chain
I was just passing through and
Got caught in the rain
There's nothing that I want
Nothing 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 that I made
The fight was my home and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula and Lafayette town
They paid me their money, Ma
I knocked the men down
I did what I did and 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
And I stood over him
Pounded his bloodied body into the floor
Well, the bell rang and rang
And still I kept on
Until I felt my glove leather slip
Between his skin and bone

And 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
Suit's to lay down their bets
I took my good share, Ma, I have no regrets

I took the fix at the state
Armory with big John McDonald
From high in the rafters
I watched myself fall
As they raised his arm, my stomach twisted
The sky it went black
I stuffed my bag with their good
Money and never looked back
Understand, in the end, Ma
Every man plays the game
If you know anyone different then
Speak out his name

Ma, if my voice now, you don't recognize
Well just open the door and
Look into your dark eyes
I ask of you nothing, not a kiss, not a smile
Just open the door and let me
Lie down for a while

Now the gray rain is falling
And my ring fighting 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
And show me your money and
Speak out your crime
Now there's nothing I want, Ma
Nothing that you need say
Just let me lie for a while
And I'll be on my way

Well tonight in 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, no time can erase
I move hard to the left and
I strike to the face