Dallas

I don't fight fair in fist fights

I prefer to drink alone

My heart is stuck in Memphis

But Dallas is my home

I have run-ins with the law

I have scars I can't explain

I've been from here to Houston

Southbound on the interstate

I don't fight fair in fist fights

When I'm fighting over you

So tell me what to do

I entertain this notion of fighting to the death

In a bar behind the train tracks

So cold I can see my breath

But I'm only shadowboxing myself inside my head

Trading blows behind my eyelids

'Till I ain't got nothing left

And I don't fight fair in fist fights

When I'm fighting over you

So tell me what to do