| He is a trucker burning the highway
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| His heart is strong as stone
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| Counting them yard lines, passing them hard times
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| Riding that black tide home
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| You gotta fight, fight, fight, fight all the way
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| You gotta fight, fight, fight, all the way
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| You gotta set your sight on the lord in your life
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| You gotta fight till your dying day
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| She is an intern fighting the love burn
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| Rolling out tears like a wave
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| That angel’s boyfriend left her with nothing
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| But she’ll never be his slave
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| You gotta fight, fight, fight, fight all the way
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| You gotta fight, fight, fight, all the way
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| You gotta set your sight on the lord in your life
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| You gotta fight till your dying day
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| Oh come on
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| How you looking southbound?
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| I’m like my grandma, short but I stand tall
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| Playing every single card that’s dealt to me
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| You know some days are aces and some days are faces
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| Well some days are twos and threes
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| So you gotta fight, fight, fight, fight all the way
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| You gotta fight, fight, fight, all the way
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| You gotta set your sight on the lord in your life
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| You gotta fight till your dying day
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| You gotta fight, fight, fight, fight all the way
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| You gotta fight, fight, fight, all the way
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| You gotta set your sight on the lord in your life
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| You gotta fight till your dying day
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| You gotta fight till your dying day
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| You gotta fight till your dying day |