The Battle - George Jones

Dawn breaks on the battlefield

And all the morning mist lays heavy on the ground

And the silence is like thunder

As the enemy prepares another round

And her soft satin armor

Lying on the far side of the bed

Wounded and heart broken

And scarred by the killing words I said

I have no rules in battle

So I fired the guns of anger once again

Oh, she is such a little thing

And there is no doubt about it, I can win

But with teardrops as her weapon

She easily destroys my battle plan

And then shamefully retreading

I smile at her and then she takes command

Girl, what a sweet surrender

I’m captured by two lips so warm and tender

She completely surrounds me with her loving moans again

It was love that brought the battle to an end

Now the enemies are lovers once again