The Fighters Songtext
von LOCASH

(Oh, oh, oh)

Ever seen 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 (oh, oh, oh)

Ever seen an old man with a lunch pail
Five o′clock whistle blowin′
And he's goin′ home tired as hell
That ain't just an old man′s son (oh, oh, oh)
Yeah, that's a fighter (oh, oh, oh)

This is for the blue collar, 80-hour-weekers
Sweat stained heartland, haggard on the speakers
Kicking ourselves up out of the hot august dust in god we trust
Cold beer in the left hand, right one holding up a lighter
This one′s for you, yeah
This one's for the fighters


Yeah, ever seen an 18-wheeler cross-country CB talkin'
Lack ass hauntin′, pullin′ a load and keepin' it goin′
Drivin' it like it′s 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-cutters, ranchers, ballet dancers
Scientists lookin' for the answers
Strong coffee waitin′ for the golden sun-risers
Broken-hearted, given it one more triers
You ain't just a survivor

This is for the blue collar, 80-hour-weekers
Sweat stained heartland, haggard on the speakers
Kicking 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 two outs in the bottom of the ninth-ers
The down for the counter, comin' back to lifers
The I-have-a-dreamer, blind-faith believers
The known that I'm walkin′ on the wires


Blue collar, 80-hour-weekers
Sweat stained heartland, haggard on the speakers
Kicking ourselves up out of the hot august dust in god we trust
Cold beer in the left hand, hold on a little tight
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