Fighting Days Paroles

My fighting days are over
My fighting days it's true
My fighting days are over
My fighting days are through

There were six of them there was one of me
I said what kind of man do you think I'll be
After twelve weeks in bed on a clear iv
I figured they had gotten the best of me

I loved the wife of a jealous man
She said she'd tell him and he'd understand
He understood so well he brought a knife and a gun
Said after I shoot you I'll skin ya for fun

I'm a lucky man I'd have to admit
When there's trouble sitting there I've stepped in it
Now I walk real quiet and I smile real wide
Hell, life's too short for suicide