Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
6/11/04

Capo 2

[D]         [C]           [G]         [D]
Tiger Tom Dixon had a gift from God
         [D]       [C]               [G]       [D]
He could hit you quick, he could hit you hard
     [D]             [C]           [G]              [D]   
In a world where a man's hands are put to the test
[D]         [C]       [G]              [D] 
Tiger Tom Dixon's hands were the best 


Chorus:
[G]                           [A]
Men came from Boston, from Ohio
[G]                               [A] 
Corners of counties that you'll never know
     [G]                           [A]
From barrooms and poolhalls with nothing to show
[G]                         [A]                 [D]         [C]      [G]    [D] 
Except for the fists that they did throw at Tiger Tom Dixon
[D]         [C]     [G]   [D]
Tiger Tom Dixon 


He'd step into the ring, gloves tied on tight
After humbling a man Tom would tie one on in spite
Kick back into a whiskey like it was an easy chair
Drink to anything that the devil may care 

Now Tom held the future in his right fist
But there was no good time Tom Dixon could resist
No neon in New England he hadn't passed out under
No white lightning that hadn't felt his thunder 

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 

Come a day in December the steely winds did blow
Into the ring a man Tom Dixon did know
It was himself without the bottle, and the dream held fast
He took Tom's dream with him and he never looked back 

Tom rolled around 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 have told
And the dream that still waits to unfold for Tiger Tom Dixon 

Chorus