Slaid Cleaves - Tiger Tom Dixon's Blues lyrics

Tiger Tom Dixon had a gift from god He could hit you quick he could hit you hard In a world where a mans hands are put to the test Tiger Tom Dixon's hands were the best Before stepping into the ring Little joe would tie them gloves on tight After humbling that man Tom would tie one on in spite Kick back into a whisky like it was an easy chair Drink to anything that the devil may care Chorus: Men came from Boston and Ohio Corners of counties that you'll never know Barstools and bar rooms with nothing to show 'cept for the fist that they did throw at Tiger Tom Dixon Now Tom held the future in his right fist But there was no good time Tom Dixon could resist Was no neon in New England he hadn't pa**ed out under Was no white lightening that hadn't felt his thunder As the seasons moved on so did Tom Till there wasn't a soul around who knew his given name Some say he was a man who ran from himself Some say he just played the hand he was dealt Chorus Tougher than leather and quick as a cat Till a young man one day is no longer that And the dreams of those around him sink to the quick When he slows just enough for them to figure the trick Came a day in december the steely winds did blow Into that ring a man Tom Dixon did know Was himself without the bottle and the dream held fast He took Tom's dream with him and he never looked back So Tom rolled around in that bottle for a couple of years Till he was put in the ground by his own fears Now all that is left is the story I've told And the dream that still waits to unfold for Tiger Tom Dixon