Tiger Tom Dixon's Blues

	  		 
 
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Tiger Tom Dixon had a gift from God 
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He could hit you quick, he could hit you hard 
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In a world where a man's hands are put to the test 
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Tiger Tom Dixon's hands were the best  
 
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Men came from Boston, from Ohio 
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Corners of counties that you'll never know 
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From barrooms and poolhalls with nothing to show 
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Except for the fists that they did throw at Tiger Tom Dixon 
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Tiger Tom Dixon
  
 
 
He'd step into the ring, gloves tied on tight 
After humbling a man Tom would tie one on in spite 
Kick back into a whiskey like it was an easy chair 
Drink to anything that the devil may care  
 
Now Tom held the future in his right fist 
But there was no good time Tom Dixon could resist 
No neon in New England he hadn't passed out under 
No white lightning that hadn't felt his thunder  
 
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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  
 
Come a day in December the steely winds did blow 
Into the ring a man Tom Dixon did know 
It was himself without the bottle, and the dream held fast 
He took Tom's dream with him and he never looked back  
 
Tom rolled around 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 have told 
And the dream that still waits to unfold for Tiger Tom Dixon  
 
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