The Hitter

   Gd    Cd     G     C     D    Ch
6|--X--|--X--|--X--|--X--|--2--|--X--|
5|--3--|--3--|--0--|--1--|--3--|--1--|
4|--0--|--0--|--0--|--0--|--2--|--0--|
3|--0--|--2--|--0--|--2--|--0--|--X--|
2|--2--|--3--|--2--|--3--|--X--|--2--|
1|--3--|--X--|--3--|--X--|--X--|--X--|

(he does some variations between Gd and G as well as C and Cd)

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

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

			                     C   Gd
Baton Rouge, Ponchatoula, and Lafayette town.
                                                      C
Well they payed me their money, Ma, to knock the men down.
			                  Gd
I did what I did, yeah it come easily.
                                            D     Gd
Restraint and mercy, Ma, were always strangers to me.


Interlude:
G C C Ch Ch G C C C G G G G

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

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

                                         C          G
I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell.
                                          C
From high in the rafters I watched myself fall.
                                                               Gd
As they raised his arms my stomach twisted and the sky it went black.
                                                D            G
I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back.

     C                                          G
Understand, in the end, Ma, every man plays the game.
                                      D           G
If you know me one different then speak out his name.

C                                         
Ma, if my voice now you don't recognize.
          G                        D            G
Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes.
  C
I ask of you nothin', not a kiss not a smile.
     G                            D          G
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while.

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


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

Interlude:
G C C Ch Ch G C C C G G G G G G

Credit for this goes to Thomas Merchel.
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COMMENTS:

JENA 18/5/2005 - 15:39:45
i play it in a different way D A7 D G D G D D A7 D
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