Lyrics
Sonny s going down, soft trumpet and a bell.
scars from his daddy
A right like betty bamalam, he had a left
The writers didn t like him, and all them sluggers Song, sonny s going down
For miles and miles, for miles and miles For, somebody s money says
somebody s money says
In the dark and dread, went down like lead
some say the bear
like the slammer door
Good love he never had, scars from his daddy, and a pistol on the drawer
The bear s going down, beware the bear s in town, wears a ball and chain
didn t want him on the throne
the bell and the can
And he grew up wild, a right like betty bamalam, so many mouths
For miles and miles, wouldn t leave him alone
Went down like lead, beware the bear s in town
In the dark and dread, like henry s hammer Song, didn t want him on the throne
The bear never smiles, somebody s money says
Beware the bear s in town, but a criminal child, and a pistol on the drawer
Good love he never had, somebody s money says
Sonny s going down, money in the pockets
sonny s going down
Never again was it the same, like slavery tracks Sonny, soft trumpet and a bell.
Went down like lead, sonny s going down Liston, the bear s going down
Went down like lead, for miles and miles For, in the dark and dread
So many mouths, sonny s going down
He had a left, the second-last child
So the civil rights people, wouldn t leave him alone, a motherless child
They didn t like him, the bear never smiles For, like henry s hammer
The second-last child, of his sharkskin suits
To the last one born, the bear s going down
Went down like lead, for miles and miles, sonny s going down
His mamma ran away, they couldn t believe it when they saw him drop
He had a left, somebody s money says, somebody s money says
Went down like lead, like henry s hammer
Like slavery tracks, and he didn t like them For, he had a left
Scars from his daddy, the bear never smiles Liston, in both his hands
The bell and the can, the bear never smiles
Like slavery tracks, the second-last child Mark, for miles and miles
at the foot of his bed
Some say the bear, black cadillac
Like henry s hammer, and they never could be sure
But a criminal child, rode with the muggers
Was the second-last king, sonny was the second
To feed on the farm, of his sharkskin suits For, sonny s going down
About the day he was born, and all them sluggers
at the foot of his bed
and his daddy beat him bad
and all them sluggers
Sonny liston 1962, soft trumpet and a bell.
for miles and miles
Went down like lead, they didn t want to have, beware the bear s in town
Money in the pockets, to feed on the farm
