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The Hitter ukulele

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F                               F        F
Come to the door, Ma, and unlock the chain
                                                  F
I was just passin' through and got caught in the rain
                                               F
There's nothin' I want, nothin' that you need say
                                          G         F
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way

          
           F                                    F        F 
I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen
                                             F
With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans
                                                F
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
                                  G             F
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade



F                            F         F
Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town
                                                      F
Well they paid me their money, Ma, I knocked the men down
                                   F
I did what I did well it come easily
                                         G         F |
Restraint and mercy, Ma, were always strangers to me

HARP SOLO
| F | F | F | F |F | Am | Am | F | F | F | F | F | F | F | F


          F                          F             F
I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
                                                               F
Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood
                                                   F
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
                                                        F
I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
                                              F
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
                                       G                F
'Till I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone

 
          F                                    F           F
Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track
                                                       F
The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black
                                                            F
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets
                             G           F
I took my good share, Ma, I have no regrets

                 F                           F          F
Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell
                                          F
From high in the rafters I watched myself fall
                                                            F 
As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black
                                              G             F
I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back


      F                                          F
Understand, in the end, Ma, every man plays the game
                                   G              F
If you know me one different then speak out his name
 F
Ma if my voice now you don't recognize
            F                      G              F
Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes
   F
I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile, 
      F                            G           F
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while

         F                              F         F
Now the gray rain's fallin' and my ring fightin's done
                                                    F
So in the work fields and alleys I take all who'll come
                                                      F
If you're a better man than me then just step to the line
                                       F
Show me your money and speak out your crime
                                                       F
Now there's nothin' I want, Ma, nothin' that you need say
                                          G         F
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way


     F
Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt
                                        F
I move to the center and I take off my shirt
                                                                  F
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain, Man, nor time can erase
                              G            F    F
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face



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