Song For Sonny Liston Lyrics - Shangri-la - Mark Knopfler

So many mouths to feed on the farm 

And Sonny was the second to the last one born 

His Mamma ran away and his daddy beat him bad 

And he grew up wild, good love he never had 

He had a left like Henry's hammer 

A right like Betty Bamalam 

Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread 

And all them sluggers went down like lead 

Well he hung with the hoods, he wouldn't stroke the fans 

But he had dynamite in both his hands 

Boom bam like the slammer door 

The bell and the can and the bodies on the floor 

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Beware 

The Bear's in town 

Somebody's money says the Bear's going down 

Yeah, the Bear never smiles 

Sonny's going down for miles and miles 

Sonny's going down for miles and miles 

Yeah 

The writers didn't like him the fight game jocks 

With his lowlife backers and his hands like rocks 

They didn't want to have a bogey man 

They didn't like him and he didn't like them 

Black Cadillac, Alligator boots 

Money in the pockets of his shark skin suits 

Some say the Bear took a flop 

They couldn't believe it when they saw him drop 

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He had a left like Henry's hammer 

A right like Betty Bamalam 

Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread 

And all them sluggers went down like lead 

Yeah 

Joe Louis was his hero, he tried to be the same 

But a criminal child wears a ball and chain 

So the civil rights people didn't want him on the throne 

And the hacks and the cops wouldn't leave him alone 

Beware 

The Bear's in town 

Somebody's money says the Bear's going down 

Yeah, the Bear never smiles 

Sonny's going down for miles and miles 

Sonny's going down for miles and miles 

Yeah 

At the foot of his bed with his feet on the floor 

There was dope in his veins and a pistol on the drawer 

One lone investigation as such 

He hated needles but he knew too much 

Criss crossed on his back 

Scars from his daddy like slavery tracks 

The second last child was the second last King 

Never again was it the same in the ring 

He had a left like Henry's hammer 

A right like Betty Bamalam 

Rode with the muggers in the dark and dread 

And all them sluggers went down like lead 

Yeah 

They never could be sure about the day he was born 

A motherless child set to working on the farm 

And they never could be sure about the day he died 

The Bear was the King, they cast aside 

Beware 

The Bear's in town 

Somebody's money says the Bear's going down 

Yeah, the Bear never smiles 

Sonny's going down for miles and miles 

Sonny's going down for miles and miles 

Yeah