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They called him Benny "Kid" Paret
You might recall his name
He had a fine strong body,
Chopping down the sugar cane
His hands were quick, his muscles hard
And many men did fall
They said that he was soon to be the champion of them all
One Saturday night, not long ago
You might remember when
The people came from miles around
To see him fight again
The dusty smoke hung in the air,
The time was drawing near
He climbed the ropes and waved his hands, the people they did cheer
Eleven rounds they fought that night,
But it was a losing game
He bit into his mouthpiece,
And he couldn't stop the pain
His head fell back, his eyes went blind
He lost the final hope
They hanged a Cuban boy that night upon a cross of rope
There's danger on the oceans
Where the waves roll mountains high
There's danger on the battlefields
Where the angry bullets fly
There's danger in the boxing ring
Death is waiting there
Just a-watchin' for a killin' through the hot and smokey air
I've walked these streets and alleys
I've seen fighters in my time
Some was beaten crazy in the brain,
Some was beaten blind
And Benny's not first to die
Down on the canvas floor
Many brave men have swallowed their last breaths while the crowds,
they just screamed for more
You've heard about your Romans
Long many years ago
Crowding the big arenas
Just to see the slave's blood flow
Things have changed a lot since those days
Now we're civilized
Our gladiators they kill with gloves, instead of swords and knives
His name was Benny "Kid" Paret
Up from the Cuban land
He once knew fame and glory
But now his name is carved in sand
His hands was quick, his muscles hard
And many men did fall
He never stopped till he became the champion of them all
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