Who Killed Davy Moore-Bob Dylan

?[03:39.39][03:08.94][02:33.81][02:02.67][01:25.81][00:42.53]Who killed Davey Moore, [03:40.92][03:10.70][02:35.43][02:04.50][01:27.57][00:45.24]Why an' what's the reason for? [00:58.92]"Not I," says the referee, [00:59.54]"Don't point your finger at me. [01:01.77]I could've stopped it in the eighth [01:04.54]An' maybe kept him from his fate, [01:07.40]But the crowd would've booed, I'm sure, [01:10.09]At not gettin' their money's worth. [01:12.62]It's too bad he had to go, [01:14.67]But there was a pressure on me too, you know. [03:01.34][02:24.37][01:17.60]It wasn't me that made him fall. [03:03.50][02:26.39][01:20.59]No, you can't blame me at all." [01:33.36]"Not us," says the angry crowd, [01:36.81]Whose screams filled the arena loud. [01:43.08]"It's too bad he died that night [01:45.42]But we just like to see a fight. [01:48.52]We didn't mean for him t' meet his death, [01:51.26]We just meant to see some sweat, [01:52.75]There ain't nothing wrong in that. [01:54.31]It wasn't us that made him fall. [01:56.13]No, you can't blame us at all." [02:09.13]"Not me," says his manager, [02:13.53]Puffing on a big cigar. [02:15.43]"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell, [02:17.42]I always thought that he was well. [02:19.62]It's too bad for his wife an' kids he's dead, [02:22.05]But if he was sick, he should've said. [02:43.75]"Not me," says the boxing writer, [02:46.48]Pounding print on his old typewriter, [02:50.04]Sayin', "Boxing ain't to blame, [02:52.20]There's just as much danger in a football game." [02:56.20]Sayin', "Fist fighting is here to stay, [02:59.51]It's just the old American way. [03:17.67]"Not me," says the man whose fists [03:20.69]Laid him low in a cloud of mist, [03:22.17]Who came here from Cuba's door [03:24.35]Where boxing ain't allowed no more. [03:29.62]"I hit him, I hit him, yes, it's true, [03:33.42]But that's what I am paid to do. [03:34.25]Don't say 'murder,' don't say 'kill.' [03:36.03]It was destiny, it was God's will."