The Battle
A hard-working man deserves a helping hand
Every now and then
And a good-hearted woman deserves some love
When she can't take no more bend
There's too many stressors in this life
Are you gonna make it to the end
Put your nose to the stone even when you're home
And then do it all again
I'm getting tired of this drive called life
But don't you take the wheel from my hands
I keep pushing but the pressure's getting high
I keep sinkin' in the sand
A successful life is a sharp ole knife
It only fits a certain type of man
Takin' tolls on so many souls
Climbin' up the ladder once again
I keep wishin' I was fishin' on the river bank
Runnin' water underneath the sun
I keep looking over my shoulder
I guess I'm searching for someone
Its my long lost soul nowhere to go
And a jackal hidin' in the shrubs
With a surgeon's knife looking to end my life
And welcome me to the club
Instead of turning around I throw my pole to the ground
I rip the mossy oak from my side
I take the jackal to the ground in this knockout round
Part of the battle that I call life
We've got the hunger fight, killers in the night
And soldiers that don't come home
Politicians lie sticks and stones do fly
But are we willing to draw the line
People say we're all alike but when the situation's right
They choose to let it go
These hypocritical rights are on my fighting side
Lord, please redeem my soul
I keep wishin' I was fishin' on the river bank
Runnin' water underneath the sun
I keep looking over my shoulder
I guess I'm searching for someone
Its my long lost soul nowhere to go
And a jackal hidin' in the shrubs
With a surgeon's knife looking to end my life
And welcome me to the club
Instead of turning around I throw my pole to the ground
I rip the mossy oak from my side
I take the jackal to the ground in this knockout round
Part of the battle that I call life
Every now and then
And a good-hearted woman deserves some love
When she can't take no more bend
There's too many stressors in this life
Are you gonna make it to the end
Put your nose to the stone even when you're home
And then do it all again
I'm getting tired of this drive called life
But don't you take the wheel from my hands
I keep pushing but the pressure's getting high
I keep sinkin' in the sand
A successful life is a sharp ole knife
It only fits a certain type of man
Takin' tolls on so many souls
Climbin' up the ladder once again
I keep wishin' I was fishin' on the river bank
Runnin' water underneath the sun
I keep looking over my shoulder
I guess I'm searching for someone
Its my long lost soul nowhere to go
And a jackal hidin' in the shrubs
With a surgeon's knife looking to end my life
And welcome me to the club
Instead of turning around I throw my pole to the ground
I rip the mossy oak from my side
I take the jackal to the ground in this knockout round
Part of the battle that I call life
We've got the hunger fight, killers in the night
And soldiers that don't come home
Politicians lie sticks and stones do fly
But are we willing to draw the line
People say we're all alike but when the situation's right
They choose to let it go
These hypocritical rights are on my fighting side
Lord, please redeem my soul
I keep wishin' I was fishin' on the river bank
Runnin' water underneath the sun
I keep looking over my shoulder
I guess I'm searching for someone
Its my long lost soul nowhere to go
And a jackal hidin' in the shrubs
With a surgeon's knife looking to end my life
And welcome me to the club
Instead of turning around I throw my pole to the ground
I rip the mossy oak from my side
I take the jackal to the ground in this knockout round
Part of the battle that I call life
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Writer(s): Andrew Lawrence Gerhard Weber, Chris Mccollum
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