The Fight - Scythian

I’ve got blues

With holes in my shoes

Roadside’s leaving me all confused

But I figure it can’t be worse than yesterday

I got one on my left and one on my right

Two angels locked in a twelve round fight

And I’m wondering if it’ll ever go away

There are days when I trip on a rooted stone

Wake up in a boxcar all alone

On a runaway train headed straight for Guantanemo Bay

I been down in the cellar and out at home

Been this close to having the towel thrown

Then faded words com back and I hear them say

My daddy said: Son, don’t give up th fight

It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning

You gotta brush, brush off the dirt

No matter how much hurt

It won’t keep the wheels from churning

There’s a time when the cactus flowers

And when the sweetest buttermilk sours

Got to put your hand on a stone

And figure out which is when

There’s a time for fighting on the courtroom floor

A time you’d best run out the back door

You can always climb in through the kitchen window again

My daddy said: Son, don’t give up the fight

It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning

You gotta brush, brush off the dirt

No matter how much hurt

It won’t keep the wheels from churning

Woooo-hooo!

When the yoke gets heavy I whistle a tune

And think about a pretty girl I met in June

She stole my heart and she stole my wallet too

It don’t matter much ‘cause she pays me back

When I think about her smile going down the track

To the end of the line

Where I hope I get a new pair of shoes

Wooo!

Yeah!

My daddy said: Son, don’t give up the fight

It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning

You gotta brush, brush off the dirt

No matter how much hurt

It won’t keep the wheels from churning

And the wheels go on and on and on

You might as well go ahead and sing a song

Wheels go on and on and on

Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone

And the wheels go on and on and on

You might as well go ahead and sing a song

Wheels go on and on and on

Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone

And the wheels go on and on and on

You might as well go ahead and sing a song

Wheels go on and on and on

Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone

And the wheels go on and on and on

You might as well go ahead and sing a song

Wheels go on and on and on

Just sing ‘till your troubles are long and gone

Daddy said: Son, don’t give up the fight

It’s a cold hard night, but the sun will rise in the morning

You gotta brush, brush off the dirt

No matter how much hurt

It won’t keep the wheels from churning

‘Cause the sun will always rise up in the morning