Every night in the woods, there sits a lonesome fighter   And he screams my name like thunder   And the sound peels out   And creeps through the trees      And this man found his way to my eight-and-nine fort   And he covered the seats in sweat and discord   I began to drive for I-85   I couldn't do nothing but sing my life is a boxing ring   And in the one corner is a man and a woman   With their hands on my arms, and their hands on my shoulders   And they're holding me back   And in the other corner, ladies and gentlemen, there's a man and a woman    Shouting girl, bring it on   Girl, play that song   So I sang them the one about the time that I   Held my hands tight around the neck of a lover    Who loves likes a chainsaw