I was down at the gym three times a week, tore off six rounds each night,
’Till I found myself in tiptop shape and ready for the fight.
I was matched to box “The Sunflower Kid,” the colored bantam champ;
I knew he was good so I trained down fine, and stuck to my training camp.
For I never drank nor smoked then, boys, I prided my health and strength,
Could box like Gibbons and hit like Jack, had a good left jab for its length.
The fight with the “chocolate drop” was at the Chickatawbut club;
Although I was white I was in the dark for they took me for a dub.
We entered the ring and a whoop went up, we both shared the applause,
They liked us both and “The Kid” was a price and we knew each other’s flaws.