Devil in a Bar Fight Lyrics

Chance never wanted to raise a child

Meeting women in the dungeon was more his style

He stopped stealing tractor trailers

Took his cheap suit to the tailor

And cried out to the heavens, I'm not a failure

Chance found a night job slinging drinks

He'd splash his reddened face in the kitchen sink

How could he resist temptation?

Part-time barman, full-time patron

Doused his suit with rum as a libation

Chance taught pretty girls how to play pool

Every now and then when he remembered the rules

Left the bar floor caked in sin

Whiskey knocked beer out of the ring

His cigarette said vows to the morning drink

He said,

I'm not cut out to be here every minute

I don't wanna leave this world

But I don't wanna be fully in it

And if I die by chance so will my plight

When I was cruising dry

I lost to the devil in a bar fight

I lost to the devil in a bar fight