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Who Killed Davey Moore?

Bob Dylan
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OriginalVersion française – Graeme Allwright – 1966
WHO KILLED DAVEY MOORE?


Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not I," says the referee,
"Don't point your finger at me.
I could've stopped it in the eighth
An' maybe kept him from his fate,
But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure,
At not gettin' their money's worth.
It's too bad he had to go,
But there was a pressure on me too, you know.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not us," says the angry crowd,
Whose screams filled the arena loud.
"It's too bad he died that night
But we just like to see a fight.
We didn't mean for him t' meet his death,
We just meant to see some sweat,
There ain't nothing wrong in that.
It wasn't us that made him fall.
No, you can't blame us at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says his manager,
Puffing on a big cigar.
"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,
I always thought that he was well.
It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead,
But if he was sick, he should've said.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

“Not me," says the gambling man,
With his ticket stub still in his hand.
"It wasn't me that knocked him down,
My hands never touched him none.
I didn't commit no ugly sin,
Anyway, I put money on him to win.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the boxing writer,
Pounding print on his old typewriter,
Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame,
There's just as much danger in a football game."
Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay,
It's just the old American way.
It wasn't me that made him fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?

"Not me," says the man whose fists
Laid him low in a cloud of mist,
Who came here from Cuba's door
Where boxing ain't allowed no more.
"I hit him, yes, it's true,
But that's what I am paid to do.
Don't say 'murder,' don't say 'kill.'
It was destiny, it was God's will."

Who killed Davey Moore,
Why an' what's the reason for?
QUI A TUÉ DAVY MOORE ?

Qui a tué Davy Moore ?
Qui est responsable et pourquoi est-il mort ?
Ce n’est pas moi, dit l’arbitre, pas moi.
Ne me montrez pas du doigt !
Bien sûr, j’aurais peut-être pu le sauver,
Si au huitième, j’avais dit « Assez ! »,
Mais la foule aurait sifflé.
Ils en voulaient pour leur argent, vous savez,
C’est bien dommage, mais c’est comme ça.
Il y en a d’autres au-dessus de moi.
C’est pas moi qui l’ai fait tomber,
Vous ne pouvez pas m’accuser !

Qui a tué Davy Moore ?
Qui est responsable et pourquoi est-il mort ?
Ce n’est pas nous, dit la foule en colère,
Nous avons payé assez cher.
C’est bien dommage, mais entre nous,
Nous aimons un bon match, c’est tout.
Et quand ça barde, on trouve ça bien,
Mais vous savez, on n’y est pour rien.
C’est pas nous qui l’avons fait tomber,
Vous ne pouvez pas nous accuser !

Qui a tué Davy Moore ?
Qui est responsable et pourquoi est-il mort ?
Ce n’est pas moi, dit son manager à part,
Tirant sur un gros cigare.
C’est difficile à dire, à expliquer,
J’ai cru qu’il était en bonne santé.
Pour sa femme, ses enfants, c’est bien pire,
Mais s’il était malade, il aurait pu le dire.
C’est pas moi qui l’ai fait tomber,
Vous ne pouvez pas m’accuser !

Qui a tué Davy Moore ?
Qui est responsable et pourquoi est-il mort ?
C’est pas moi, dit le journaliste de la Tribune,
Tapant sur son papier pour la Une.
La boxe n’est pas en cause, vous savez:
Dans un match de foot, il y a autant de danger.
La boxe, c’est une chose saine,
Ça fait partie de la vie américaine.
C’est pas moi qui l’ai fait tomber,
Vous ne pouvez pas m’accuser !

Qui a tué Davy Moore ?
Qui est responsable et pourquoi est-il mort ?
Ce n’est pas moi, dit son adversaire le Caïd,
Qui a donné le dernier coup mortel.
De Cuba, il a pris la fuite
Où la boxe est maintenant interdite.
Je l’ai frappé, bien sûr, ça c’est vrai,
Mais pour ce boulot, on me paie.
Ne dites pas que je l’ai tué, et après tout
C’est le destin, Dieu l’a voulu, c’est tout.

Qui a tué Davy Moore ?
Qui est responsable et pourquoi est-il mort ?


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