They called me...the Cinderella mana dead ender...with 
no plan
American made....with a touch of the isle
light heavyweight...without much style
my kids are hungry....my wife she cries
man'll do anything....to dry them eyes
you got your reasons....and I got mine
so back into...the ring I'll climb
oh Cinderella man
Put on the gloves...but they beat me down
just follow the blood...from town to town
had to give it up....in 29
depression came....and took what's mine
times were hard....the work was gone
2 fists and a head....that won't last long
messenger boy....a teamster shill
the legs of others....at an old silk mill
They called me...the Cinderella man
a dead ender...that's what I am....
oh...that's what I am
But what's in the blood...goes round and round
fills up your head...with a moaning sound
a warm body fill in...because I looked like you
took him out in three....wasn't supposed to
Against the champ Max Baer....I made my stand
he once killed a man....with a gloved right hand
for 15 rounds....while he laughed and clowned
thought about my kids....and I wore him down
oh Cinderella man
When the gifts they came....my head was down
like many a man....in New York town
no time for silver.....no time for gold
just keep me warm....when I get old
They called me...the Cinderella man
a dead ender...with no plan
American made....with a touch of the isle
heavyweight champ...at least for a while
oh Cinderella man