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• Artiste: Steve Forde
• Titre: Half The Battle
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My great grand daddy's daddy Lived in 1883 A tough as nails cowboy A peice of history And all I know about him, comes from a diary He passed down, and it's mine now He didn't have much education Judging by the way he wrote He was partial to the herfints With a good thick winter coat He must've done some living Cause he wanted us to know What he learned, the little wisdomer Tell the truth all the time Look a stranger in the eye Sit up tall but not too high in your saddle Don't be scared of anyone But don't be quick to draw your gun Knowing when to fight and when to run Is half the battle Now we got big cities Where they say its civilized There's crack head, crooks and crazies And concrete to the sky Nothings really changed Still a struggle to survive Even now, but I know how Tell the truth all the time Look a stranger in the eye Sit up tall but not too high in your saddle Don't be scared of anyone But don't be quick to draw your gun Knowing when to fight and when to run Is half the battle Tell the truth all the time Look a stranger in the eye Sit up tall but not too high in your saddle Don't be scared of anyone But don't be quick to draw your gun Knowing when to fight and when to run Is half the battle Knowing when to fight and when to run Is half the battle