The Hitter
Tom Jones Lyrics


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Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain
I was just passing through and got caught in the rain
There's nothing I want, nothing that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way

I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen
With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade

Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town
Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down
I did what I did well it come easily
Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me

I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood
In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
Till I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone

Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track
The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black
I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets
I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets

Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell
From high in the rafters I watched myself fall
As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black
I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back

Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game
If you know me one different then speak out his name
Ma if my voice now you don't recognize
Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes
I ask of you nothing, not a kiss not a smile,
Just open the door and let me lie down for a while

Now the gray rain's falling and my ring fightin's done
So in the work fields and alleys I take all who'll come
If you're a better man than me then just step to the line
Now there's nothing I want Ma nothing that you need say
Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way

Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt
I move to the center and I take off my shirt
I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,




Man, nor the time can erase
I move hard to the left and I strike to the face

Overall Meaning

The song "The Hitter" by Tom Jones tells the story of a man who was put on a path of violence from a young age, and who made a living as a boxer. He speaks to his mother, asking her to let him rest for a little while, having fought for so long. He tells her about his life, how he fled from the police and traveled to New Orleans, and how he fought his way to becoming a successful boxer in towns like Poncitoula and Baton Rouge. He fought for money and became a champion, but it seems that the violence has left him worn out and tired. The final lines suggest that he is still fighting, but not in the ring. Instead, he is fighting for survival on the streets and in the alleyways.


The lyrics of "The Hitter" examine the theme of violence, and how it can consume a person's life. The singer has been on this path of violence since he was a child, and it has shaped his entire existence. Despite his success as a boxer, he acknowledges that violence has always been a part of him, and that it has taken a toll. The lyrics also examine the relationship between a mother and her son, and the love and forgiveness that she can offer.


Overall, "The Hitter" is a poignant and thought-provoking song that explores the human condition and the impact of violence on a person's life.


Line by Line Meaning

Come to the door Ma, and unlock the chain
Please open the door and let me in


I was just passing through and got caught in the rain
I was traveling and got caught in a storm


There's nothing I want, nothing that you need say
I don't need anything from you, no words are necessary


Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way
Please let me rest for a bit before I continue on my journey


I was no more than a kid when you put me on the Southern Queen
I was very young when you sent me away on a boat called the Southern Queen


With the police on my back I fled to New Orleans
I ran away to New Orleans because the police were chasing me


I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I worked and fought in the docks, and earned some money


I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
I realized that fighting was my home and my job was to shed blood


Baton Rouge, Poncitoula, and Lafayette town
These are names of places where I fought


Well they paid me their money Ma I knocked the men down
People in those places paid me to fight, and I won those fights


I did what I did well it come easily
I was good at fighting, it was easy for me


Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me
I never showed restraint or mercy while fighting


I fought champion Jack Thompson in a field full of mud
I fought a champion named Jack Thompson in a muddy field


Rain poured through the tent to the canvas and mixed with our blood
It was raining and our blood mixed with the mud in the canvas of the tent we fought in


In the twelfth I slipped my tongue over my broken jaw
In the twelfth round of the fight, I licked my broken jaw


I stood over him and pounded his bloody body into the floor
I beat Jack Thompson so badly that his body was covered in blood, and I knocked him to the floor


Well the bell rang and rang and still I kept on
The bell rang to signal the end of the fight, but I continued to beat him


Till I felt my glove leather slip 'tween his skin and bone
I punched him so hard that I felt my glove go through his skin and hit his bones


Then the women and the money came fast and the days I lost track
After that fight, I became popular with women and started earning a lot of money. Time began to blur together


The women red, the money green, but the numbers were black
I made a lot of money and slept with a lot of women. But on paper, my income was only black numbers


I fought for the men in their silk suits to lay down their bets
Rich men in suits bet on me to win my fights


I took my good share Ma, I have no regrets
I took my cut of the earnings and I'm not sorry about it


Then I took the fix at the state armory with big John McDowell
I took a bribe to lose a fight from a man named John McDowell at a government-run building


From high in the rafters I watched myself fall
I watched myself lose the fight from a high vantage point


As he raised his arm my stomach twisted and the sky it went black
As the other fighter raised his arm in victory, I felt sick and everything went dark


I stuffed my bag with their good money and I never looked back
I took the money from the bribe and left, never looking back


Understand, in the end Ma every man plays the game
Everyone eventually cheats or plays unfairly


If you know me one different then speak out his name
If you know someone who is different from me, let me know


Ma if my voice now you don't recognize
If my voice has changed and you no longer recognize me


Then just open the door and look into your dark eyes
Open the door and look into your own dark eyes


I ask of you nothing, not a kiss not a smile,
I don't want anything else from you, not even affection


Just open the door and let me lie down for a while
Just let me rest for a bit before I continue on my journey


Now the gray rain's falling and my ring fightin's done
It's now raining and I'm done with fighting in the ring


So in the work fields and alleys I take all who'll come
I'll take any job that comes my way, even if it's in fields or alleys


If you're a better man than me then just step to the line
If you think you're better than me, then challenge me


Now there's nothing I want Ma nothing that you need say
I don't need anything from you, and you don't need to say anything


Just let me lie down for a while and I'll be on my way
Please let me rest for a bit before I continue on my journey


Tonight in the shipyard a man draws a circle in the dirt
In the shipyard tonight, a man has drawn a circle in the dirt


I move to the center and I take off my shirt
I stepped into the circle and removed my shirt


I study him for the cuts, the scars, the pain,
I examine the other man for any advantage I can use (cuts, scars, etc.)


Man, nor the time can erase
These signs of pain won't go away with time


I move hard to the left and I strike to the face
I quickly moved to the left and punched the other man in the face




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