[Intro]
E A E C#m B
E
I don't fight fair in fist fights,
A E
I prefer to drink alone.
C#m
My heart is stuck in Memphis,
B
but Dallas is my home.
E
I have run-ins with the law,
A E
I have scars I can't explain.
C#m
I've been from here to Houston,
B
Southbound on the interstate.
E
I don't fight fair in fist fights,
C#m B A B
When I'm fighting over you,
E
So tell me what to do.
E
I entertain this notion
A E
Of fighting to the death,
C#m
In a bar behind the train tracks,
B
So cold I can see my breath.
E A
But I'm only shadowboxing myself
E
Inside my head,
C#m
Trading blows behind my eyelids
B
'till I ain't got nothing left.
E
I don't fight fair in fist fights,
C#m B A B
When I'm fighting over you,
E
So tell me what to do.