This guy called “Slim” he owned a string
Of lightweights, welters, everything;
He took the Kid out on the road,
And where they went none of us knowed.
I guessed the Kid had changed his name,
And fightin’ best ones in the game,
I used to dream of him at night,
No letters came—he couldn’t write.
In just about two months or three
I signed up with Bucktooth McGee,