[Verse 1]
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 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 you boys, but I might've got old

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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
I took a few meetings with Dana's guys
Did most everythin' short of makin' the show
Now it's a little too late and I'm a little too slow
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Well, these kids comin' up are trainin' 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
Adrenaline hits and with a puncher's chance
I bite down on the mouthguard for one last dance