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Andrew Weber - The Battle Lyrics

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 thе wheel from my hands

I keep pushing but the pressure’s gеtting 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, movin’ 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 are we willing to draw the line

People say we’re all alike and 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