Slaid Cleaves - Tiger Tom Dixon's Blues lyrics
[Slaid Cleaves - Tiger Tom Dixon's Blues lyrics]
Tiger Tom Dixon had a gift from god
He could hit you quick he could hit you hard
In a world where a mans hands
Are put to the test
Tiger Tom Dixon's hands were the best
Before stepping into the ring
Little joe would tie them gloves on tight
After humbling that man Tom would
Tie one on in spite
Kick back into a whisky like
It was an easy chair
Drink to anything that the devil may care
Men came from Boston and Ohio
Corners of counties that you'll never know
Barstools and bar rooms with nothing to show
'cept for the fist that they did throw at
Tiger Tom Dixon
Now Tom held the future in his right fist
But there was no good time
Tom Dixon could resist
Was no neon in New England
He hadn't passed out under
Was no white lightening that
Hadn't felt his thunder
As the seasons moved on so did Tom
Till there wasn't a soul around
Who knew his given name
Some say he was a man who ran from himself
Some say he just played the hand he was dealt
Tougher than leather and quick as a cat
Till a young man one day is no longer that
And the dreams of those around
Him sink to the quick
When he slows just enough for
Them to figure the trick
Came a day in december the
Steely winds did blow
Into that ring a man Tom Dixon did know
Was himself without the bottle and
The dream held fast
He took Tom's dream with him
And he never looked back
So Tom rolled around in that bottle
For a couple of years till he was put in the
Ground by his own fears
Now all that is left is the story I've told
And the dream that still wait's to unfold for
Tiger Tom Dixon
He could hit you quick he could hit you hard
In a world where a mans hands
Are put to the test
Tiger Tom Dixon's hands were the best
Before stepping into the ring
Little joe would tie them gloves on tight
After humbling that man Tom would
Tie one on in spite
Kick back into a whisky like
It was an easy chair
Drink to anything that the devil may care
Men came from Boston and Ohio
Corners of counties that you'll never know
Barstools and bar rooms with nothing to show
'cept for the fist that they did throw at
Tiger Tom Dixon
Now Tom held the future in his right fist
But there was no good time
Tom Dixon could resist
Was no neon in New England
He hadn't passed out under
Was no white lightening that
Hadn't felt his thunder
As the seasons moved on so did Tom
Till there wasn't a soul around
Who knew his given name
Some say he was a man who ran from himself
Some say he just played the hand he was dealt
Tougher than leather and quick as a cat
Till a young man one day is no longer that
And the dreams of those around
Him sink to the quick
When he slows just enough for
Them to figure the trick
Came a day in december the
Steely winds did blow
Into that ring a man Tom Dixon did know
Was himself without the bottle and
The dream held fast
He took Tom's dream with him
And he never looked back
So Tom rolled around in that bottle
For a couple of years till he was put in the
Ground by his own fears
Now all that is left is the story I've told
And the dream that still wait's to unfold for
Tiger Tom Dixon