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I fought in Brazil, I fought in Japan I wrestled with the Chechens and the Dagestan I worked amateur promotions all over the States I always showed up and never missed weight I been choked out, tapped out, and knocked out cold I been heel hooked, leg locked, and TKO-ed Hammer fist finished and triangle choked I hate to tell ya boys, but I mighta got old Lord, all I wanna do is go out on a win Feel the ref raise my arm up feelin' again Styles make fights and with some time in the gym All I wanna do is go out on a win Competed in college NCAA I drifted around and found MMA A quick left hook and stiff right hand They said'd be my tickets to the promised land Well, I rolled with the Gracies a couple of times Took a few meetings with Dana's guys Did most everything short of makin' the show Now it's a little too late and I'm a little too slow Lord, all I wanna do is go out on a win Feel the ref raise my arm up feelin' again Styles make fights and with some time in the gym All I wanna do is go out on a win Well, these kids coming up are training everything young Muay Thai, BJJ and Wing Chun About all that's left of me before I retire Is an old school, broke down fighter's desire I give it all up for the Octagon But with the first few notes of my walk out song Adrenalin hits and with a puncher's chance I bite down on the mouth guard for one last dance
Writer(s): Corb Lund Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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