Tom Russell - The Pugilist At 59 lyrics

Rolled out of bed, threw some water on my face Twenty-five sit-ups and I run in place I put the coffee on but the pot ain't clean Yeah, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine A handful of vitamins, drop them on the floor My ex-girlfriends are laughin' from the icebox door I put their photos up there, yeah, we talk all the time But they ain't talkin' back now, the pugilist is 59 Cold chicken salad, a gla** of iced tea Phone bills, gas bills, electricity And the mortgage and the junk mail, one old Father's Day card Yeah, go sweat it out, kid, it's 108 in the yard Water the lawn, trim them old trees Pray that your gut don't fall down to your knees And Archie Moore whispers in your ear: Get up, kid, you're in your prime Now, now the champ's on the ropes, Arch, the pugilist is 59 And the rock and the roll And the fight for your soul goes on and on You put on the gloves You're always ready for love Pray your pa**ion ain't used up and gone, yeah The harder we love, the harder we fall It's cauliflower hearts and old medicine balls And back street affairs in all the water tank towns Well, there's a mighty thin line between a heavyweight champ and a used up old clown But this is Hollywood, kid, fear strikes out Miracles turn around one-sided bouts Get off the floor, kid, the sweet science of them old romantic lines Hey, the champ's comin' back, boys, the pugilist is 59 And the rock and the roll And the fight for your soul goes on and on You put on the gloves You're always ready for love Pray your pa**ion ain't used up and gone, yeah Roll out of bed, water on your face Twenty-five sit-ups - run in place You put the coffee on but the pot ain't clean I said, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine Yeah, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine I said, all you little devils of alcohol and caffeine