Chords for Tom Jones - The Hitter

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[G] Come to the Doma and unlock the chain I was just passing through, I got caught in [C] the rain
There's nothing I want, nothing that you [G] need say Just let me lay down for a while and I'll be on my way
I _ [G] was no more than a kid when you put me on the southern queen
With the police on my back, I fled all the way [C] down to New Orleans _
I fought in the dockyards with the money [G] I made
I knew the fight was my home, _ my dream _
That on Rouge Pond, Chippewa, Lafayette Town
_ Well, they paid me their money, Ma, and I knocked the [C] men down
I did what I did when I came [G] to leave _ _
Restraint and mercy, Ma, were always strangers to me _
I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
Oh, the rain poured through the canvas tent and mixed with [C] our blood _
In the twelfth, I slipped my tongue over my [G] broken jaw
And I stood over him, I pounded his bloody body right into the floor _
Well, the bell rang and rang and still I [C] kept on and on and on
Till I felt my glove leather slip [G] between his skin and bones
Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost tried
The women read the money green, what the numbers [C] were like _
I fought for the men in their silk suits to [G] lay down their bets
I took my good share, Ma, you see I have no regrets
Then I took the fix at the state army with Big John McDowell
Oh, from high in the rafters I watched [C] myself fall
As they raised it on, my stomach twisted and the [G] sky, it went black
I _ stuffed my bag with their good money, Ma, and I never looked back _
So understand in the end, Ma, every man [C] plays the game _
If you know me one different, then speak [G] out his name
If my voice now, now you don't recognize _
Then just open the door and look [C] into your dark eyes
I ask of you nothing, not a kiss, [G] not a smile _
Just open the door and let me lay down for a while _
Now the great rain has fallen, my ring fighting done _
So in the work fields and alleys, you see I [C] take all who come
If you're a better man than me, then come on and [G] step up to the line
Step right to the line, show me your money and speak out your crime
Now [C] there's nothing I want, Ma, nothing that [G] you need to say
Just let me lay down for a while and I'll be on my way _
Tonight in the shipyard, a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center, I take [C] off my shirt _
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the [G] pain, man, no time can erase
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face _ _
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