LoCash — The Fighters

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Ever see a lady,
With a sick baby stayin at home from work,
On a stayin up all-nighter,
That ain’t just a momma’s son,
That’s a fighter.

Ever see an old man,
With a lunch pail 5: 00 whistle blowin,
And he’s goin home tired as hell,
That aint just an old man’s son,
Yeah, that’s a fighter.

This is for the,
Blue Collar,
80-Hour Weekers,
Sweat stained heartland,
Haggard on the speakers,
Kickin ourselves up out of the,
Hot August Dust in God we trust,
Cold beer in the left hand,
Right one holdin up a lighter,
This one’s for you, Yeah,
This one’s for the fighters.

Yeah, ever see an 18 wheeler,
Cross-Country,
CB Talkin,
Lack Ass Hauntin,
Pullin a load and keepin it goin,
Drivin it like its stolen,
Tryin to get home on the midnight rider,
That ain’t just a trucker’s son,
That’s a fighter.

Talkin ’bout the farmers,
Old-Catters,
Ranchers,
Ballot dancers,
Scientists lookin for the answers,
Strong coffee waitin for the golden sun-risers,
Broken hearted, given it one more try-ers,
You ain’t a survivor.

This is for the,
Blue Collar,
80-Hour Weekers,
Sweat stained heartland,
Haggard on the speakers,
Kickin ourselves up out of the,
Hot August Dust in God we trust,
Cold beer in the left hand,
Friday night catchin on fire,
This one’s for you, Yeah,
This one’s for the fighters.

This is for the,
2 outs,
In the bottom of the ninth-ers,
The down for the counter,
Comin back to lifers,
The I have a dreamer,
Blind-Faith belivers,
The known that I walkin on the wires.

Blue Collar,
80-Hour Weekers,
Sweat stained heartland,
Haggard on the speakers,
Kickin ourselves up out of the,
Hot August Dust in God we trust,
Cold beer in the left hand,
Holdin on a little tighter,
This one’s for you, Yeah,
This one’s for the fighters.

This one’s for the fighters,
This one’s for you, Yeah,
This is for the fighters.

This one’s for the fighters,
This one’s the fighters.