| "(There Ought to Be) a Blues for Fighters" | |
| Imagine you're in a boxing arena--in the midst of the smells, smoke, and cheers and boos--; half the crowd have come just to see you beaten: perhaps you'll spare a thought for fighters, perhaps sometime you'll think of them. Sonny Liston was a heavyweight champion: he was a man who always hated to lose. Someone, he said, should write a blues for boxers; there ought to be a blues for fighters, there ought to be a blues for them. Sonny Liston, died alone in Las Vegas; the mob, say some, gave what he could not refuse. See, he lost in the end, for he was a man. There ought to be a blues for fighters, there ought to be a song for them. Sonny Liston was a champion fighter; he truly was a man who had paid his dues; he was a man whom we ought to remember. There ought to be a blues for fighters; there ought to be a song for him. There ought to be a blues for Sonny; there ought to be a Sonny Liston blues. | |