Tom Russell - The pugilist at 59

^GRolled out of bed, threw some water on my face ^GTwenty-five sit-ups and I run in place I put the ^Ccoffee on, but the pot ain’t ^Gclean Yeah, ^Fall you little devils of ^Calcohol and caf^Gfeine

^GA handful of vitamins, drop them on the floor ^GMy ex-girlfriends’ are laughing from the icebox door I put their ^Cphotos up there, yeah, we talk all the ^Gtime But they ^Fain’t talking back now, the ^Cpugilist is 5^G9

^GCold chicken salad, a glass of iced tea ^GPhone bills, gas bills, electricity And the ^Cmortgage and the junk mail, one old Father’s Day ^Gcard Yeah, go ^Fsweat it out, kid, it’s a ^C108 in the ^Gyard

^GWater the lawn, trim them old trees ^GPray that your gut don’t fall down to your knees And Archie ^CMoore whispers in your ear, "Get up, kid, you’re in your ^Gprime" Now, now the ^Fchamp’s on the ropes, Arch, the ^Cpugilist is 5^G9

And the ^Amrock and the roll And the fight for your soul goes ^Gon and on You ^Amput on the gloves You’re always ^Cready for love Pray your ^Dpassion ain’t used up and gone, yeah

^GThe harder we love, the harder we fall ^GIt’s cauliflower hearts and old medicine balls And ^Cback street affairs in all the water tank ^Gtowns Well, there’s a ^Fmighty thin line between a ^Cheavyweight champ and a ^Gused up old clown

^GBut this is Hollywood, kid, fear strikes out ^GMiracles turn around one-sided bouts Get off the ^Cfloor, kid, the sweet science of them old romantic ^Glines Hey, the ^Fchamp's coming back, boys, the ^Cpugilist is 5^G9

And the ^Amrock and the roll And the fight for your soul goes ^Gon and on You ^Amput on the gloves You’re always ^Cready for love Pray your ^Dpassion ain’t used up and gone, yeah

^GRoll out of bed, water on your face Twenty-five sit-ups, run in place You put the ^Ccoffee on, but the pot ain’t ^Gclean I said, ^Fall you little devils of ^Calcohol and caf^Gfeine Yeah, ^Fall you little devils of ^Calcohol and caf^Gfeine I said, ^Fall you little devils of ^Calcohol and caf^Gfeine