歌词
Sonny Liston
His momma didn’t know when his birthday was
All his daddy ever gave him was a beating
Left the farm walking on a broken heel
Never had a thought of retreating
Went to St. Louis found the money men
Showed suits what he had
They saw a big fat check in Sonny’s right hand
It was bad bad bad
Two big fists
Like pumping pistons
Nobody punched like
Sonny Liston
Sonny took Floyd in the very first round
A diesel rig going down hill
He swung a sledgehammer of a left at you
Send you straight to hell
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The cops didn’t like him and he didn’t like them
They put the nightstick to his head
Kept the company of hoods and criminals
He was a nightmare everybody said
The saddest face that you ever did see
His own people wouldn’t give him no pass
Somebody asked him ‘bout the struggle down south
Sonny said, “I ain’t got no dog proof ass”
Chorus
The punch you don’t see is the one that’ll get you
And nobody saw the left
Clay took him out with the anchor punch
Sonny had the liquor on his breath
The crowd all booed as the big man lay
Yelling that the fix was in
Nobody knows who got paid
Sonny just took it on the chin
They found him dead on his bed at home
A needle mark in his arm
Didn’t have a dollar in his pocket they said
Sonny gone back to the farm
Too many stories too many scores
He left to settle
The cops left him for his wife to find
The law couldn’t even be troubled
Chorus
Written by: Rod Picott
