And so Jack Johnson talks back to his shadow.
"Shadow Boxing."
Shadow, hard work is the only way
I'm going to get this heavyweight championship.
That's why I'm the only fighter in Philadelphia doing
road work on a Saturday night.
I'm the only one chasing these chickens
and doing these calisthenics in the gaslight.
I could be on the town, a pretty lady on my lap, and my arm
around another.
Instead, I'm sparring with you while other fighters
are out two-stepping.
Ring the bell, Mr. Might-Be Negro Champion.
I got this dance.