Out On a Win

All I wanna do is go out on a win
Feel the ref raise my arm up, feeling again
Stars make fights and waste some time in the gym
All I wanna do is go out on a win

I fought in Brazil, I fought in Japan
I wrestled with the Chechens and in Dagestan
I worked amateur promotions all over the States
I always showed up and never missed weight
I've been choked out, tapped out, and knocked out cold
I've been heel hooked, leg locked, and TKO'd
Hammer fist finished and triangle choked
I hate to tell you boys but I might've got old

Lord, all I wanna do is go out on a win
Feel the ref raise my arm up, feeling again
Stars make fights and waste some time in the gym
All I wanna do is go out on a win

Competed in college in C double A
I drifted around and found MMA
A quick left hook and a stiff right hand
They said it'd be my tickets to the promised land
Well, I rolled with the Gracies a couple of times
I took a few meetings with Dana's guys
I did most everything short of making the show
Now it's a little too late and I'm a little too slow

And all I wanna do is go out on a win
Feel the ref raise my arm up, feeling again
Stars make fights and waste some time in the gym
All I wanna do is go out on a win

The 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 walkout song
Adrenaline hits and with a puncher's chance
I bite down on the mouthguard for one last dance