| If I could stroll 'cross the sands of time
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| I’d call my cronies up an' drink some wine
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| 'Cause just the other day I heard you died
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| Disappeared when you was in your prime
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| An' I’m fightin' hard
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| Stompin' 'round on my grandma land
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| I held my little son in my hand
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| I know he knowed that I understand
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| He tryin' hard just to be a man, yeah
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| An' he’s fightin' hard
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| I told him folks don’t have a clue
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| Where you’re from or where you’re goin' to
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| An' sometime baby, gets so hard to deal
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| With folks that believe wrestlin' is real
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| An' we fightin' hard
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| If I could stroll 'cross the sands of time
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| I’d call my cronies up and drink some wine
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| 'Cause all we got’s just a little time
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| 'Fore we all gotta say goodbye
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| An' I’m fightin' hard
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| An' I’m fightin' hard |