The Felice Brothers - Ballad of lou welterweight

^CPowder your ^Emnose, pull ^Foff your pantyho^Cse, let me ^Emlove you from be^Fhind, my da^Crling^G. ^CPowder your ^Emnose, pull ^Fon your pantyhos^Ce, we´re going^Em down to my^F bout, my ^Cdarlin^Gg. at the end C

Befo^Cre the bell would r^Eming he had a w^Fay like Errol Fl^Cynn, as he sau^Emntered to the r^Fing with a ^Csheet ^Gon. But the l^Cate rounds scared the ^Emgirl, heaven k^Fnows she thought the world of ^CLou, it was h^Emard to see him s^Fwaying in the ^Cneon.^G J^Coey was a no-o^Emne, just some b^Fig dumb kid from F^Clushing. He had a ^Emface like a ugly ^Fbull, always ^Cpoutin^Gg. He hit ^CLouie kind of ^Emlow and he ^Fstumbled on the ^Cropes as the ^Embookies blocked the ^Frows, sho^Cutin^Gg.

The ^Cblows were hard and ^Emloud, he could^F hardly hear the ^Ccrowd in the ^Embleachers where they ^Fhowled, the were ^Ccheerin^Gg. I re^Cmenber in the ^Emeight, it was ^Fclear that Lou was f^Cading, when ^Emsomthing caught his ^Feye by the ^Cceilin^Gg. He ^Csaw her as she ^Emspoke thought the ^Fshifty yelliw ^Csmoke, she said: ^EmLouie you look ^Fbad, are you ^Cdying^G? But ^CLouie could not a^Emnswer, his ^Feyes were cast up to the ^Crafters, and they ^Emslowly seale^Fd in si^Clence^G.