The Kid's Last Fight Lyrics - Frankie Laine

It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy 

In the summer of ninety-three 

Now the Kid was everybody's pride and joy 

Just as game as a kid could be 

And his darlin' Bess was in the second row 

She was prayin' with all her might 

Sayin, "Kid, we need that little bungalow 

Oh, you've just gotta win tonight" 

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid 

Let's hit him with a left and a right 

Go on, Kid, go on, Kid 

But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight 

(But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight) 

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Now the Kid had fever to the very bone 

But nobody would ever guess 

He was in there fightin' on his heart alone 

Cause he just had to win for Bess 

Oh, the Kid was battered, the Kid was floored 

But the count never got to ten 

Though his brain was reelin' when the people roared 

He was up on his feet again 

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid 

Let's hit him with a left and a right 

Go on, Kid, go on, Kid 

But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight 

(But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight) 

Said the Tiger, scowlin', don't you know you're through 

I can whip you just like a child 

I'm gonna take the fight and take your woman too 

When he heard that the Kid went wild 

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Said the Kid, "For that I'll tear you limb from limb" 

And he sprang like an angry colt 

He said a punch a-flyin at the Tiger's chin 

Knocked him out like a thunderbolt 

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid 

Let's hit him with a left and a right 

Go on, Kid, go on, Kid 

But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight 

(But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight) 

To the crowd that saw it there was little doubt 

That the Kid was a champ that night 

But the champ would never have another bout 

Twas the fever that won the fight 

Gather round, I'm bettin' even money folks 

There's a bell soundin' way up high 

And the champ is climbin' through the golden ropes 

Of the Big Ring up in the sky 

Come on, Kid, come on, Kid 

Let's hit him with a left and a right 

Go on, Kid, go on, Kid 

But how were they to know it was the Kid's last fight