Puncher's Chance

I lit a candle for the lost and lonely

And I stepped out into the night

When I heard a voice call out my name

From under the streetlamp light

I knew him from my bar room days

Those were rough and rowdy times

Just two old men talkin' 'bout a life long left behind

He said, I know that I ain't ever going back to that old life

But I'll admit I sometimes think about those wild, wild nights

I could never pass up defending

The honor of a working girl

From some tanked up low life poser

Tryin' to take her for a twirl

Or schoolin' some low down rounder

For dealin' that bottom card

If you messed with me, boys

You'd go down hard

Oh the headaches and the handcuffs, I'm glad to leave behind

And these days I remember where I was last night

But sometimes, I still think that I could win one last bar fight

Then I saw the old man smiling

I saw the laughter 'round his eyes

All them stories of my glory days, he said

Those are mostly lies

And when it came to throwing hands

How that whiskey made me dance

But I never had any more than a puncher's chance

He said I know that I ain't ever going back to that old life

But I'll admit I sometimes think about those wild, wild nights

I could never pass up defending

The honor of a working girl

From some tanked up low life poser

Tryin' to take her for a twirl

Or schoolin' some low down rounder

For dealin' that bottom card

If you messed with me, boys

You'd go down hard

Oh the headaches and the handcuffs, I'm glad to leave behind

And these days I remember what I did last night

And sometimes, I still think that I could win

But with a crooked nose and a battered jaw

And a shoulder that never healed right

Maybe in the end, I guess it's best

I've had my last bar fight