Face down in the gutter wonit admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black, heis a big, strong man with a childs mind, Donit you take his booze away! Heis been at it for years drinkini balls and beer heis a hero to most he meets but inside he cries black swollen eyes this man he sheds no tears Now his wife & kids sing a different tune as they worry about their daddy dyin but this arrogant fool breaks every fule itill be nothing but pride that kills him. Could he listen no he wonit thatis all she wrote heill be dead before the daylight shines but the thoughts and prayers of a million strong might keep this boy from dying. Heis a legend in the bar with every scar fights a thousand bigger men, but now he fights and looses got all the bruises will someone please step in? Cause this Irish fools got a great big heart he keeps climbing back in to the ring In the low down circles where he holds his court this man he once was kind.