The Fighters - LoCash

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 ain’t 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 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-catters, ranchers

Ballot dancers

Scientists lookin for the answers

Strong coffee waitin for the golden sunrisers

Broken hearted, given it one more tryers

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 believers

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 for the fighters