Triumph - Street Fighter Lyrics
Street fighting manHe's a hard one yes indeedJust got in from HoustonWho knows when he'll leaveMade his reputationIn small town southern barsEveryone respects himTreats him like a starStreet fighterStreet fighting man(You got to)Watch yourself todayWhile you're on the runCover the tracksThat you lay downYour time is gonna come(Yes it is)He's got a lady waitingBack home in New OrleansA Louisana sweetheartThey call the Southern QueenHe promised herThey'd settle downAnd make a home somedayBut he said, "Babe,You've got to wait awhile.I've got one last debt to pay."He met his man at Steeler's InnWhere they playCards for payIn a flashTwo shots were firedAnd one man rode awayThe crowd beganTo circle himAs he lay there dyingAnd in the nightHe thought he heardHis sweetheart lady crying