The Ballad of the Last Knife Fighter

Well I drink Tennessee whiskey, I smoke Alaskan weed

I'm The Last Knife Fighter, I'm a living dying breed

And I shot a man in Reno, 'cause Johnny said I could

And I hopped a train to LA, I got in a fight in Hollywood

And I say, hey, I'll knife you down someday

Well I ain't too high on feelings, I don't comfort no one

Yeah, the bottle is my god now and the glass his only son

And I'm wanted in the morning, and I'm banned here late at night

But I'm stuck here either way, son, until my Last Knife Fight

I say ooh, I keep my land trimmed and low

And I say, hey, I'll knife you down someday

So, I keep my bowie on me and my boots by the door

I keep looking over my shoulder, I don't sleep good anymore

If you see me coming, well, you best step aside

Tougher men didn't and tougher men just died

I say ooh, I keep my land trimmed and low

And I say hey, I'll knife you down someday