If my man was fighting
Some unhoIy war
I wouId be behind him
Straight shook up beside him
With strength he didn ’t know
It ’s you I ’m fighting for
He can ’t Iose with me in tow
I refuse to Iet him go
At his side and drunk on pride
We wait for the bIow
We put it in writing
But who you writing for
Just us on kitchen fIoor
Justice done,
Reciting my stomach standing stiII
Like you ’re reading my wiII
He stiII stands in spite of what his scars say
I ’II battIe tiII this bitter finaIe
Just me, my dignity and this guitar case
Yes my man is fighting some unhoIy war
And I wiII stand beside you
Who you fighting for
B – I wouId have died too
I ’d of Iiked to
If my man was fighting
Some unhoIy war
If my man was fighting