Fighter

Written by：David Nail/Scooter Carusoe/Troy Verges

Don't think that I don't see the way you struggle

Watching me struggle

Don't think that I don't feel you turn away

Every time I turn away

Please believe that I believe

When I'm praying that you're right beside me praying

For the same thing

You're 53

Born in Carolina

Front pew pretty

Friday night free

You're a dashboard singing

Little red corvette

Sweet as forgiveness

From the moment that we met

I never knew I had a fighter

I know when your silence sigh says more than a scream

I know that when you say that you hate me

It ain't what you mean

When you say that you're leavin'

You're leaving but only for a while

For just a while

You're stubborn

And strong

Crazy as New Orleans

Your faded blue denim

A diamond on the town

My t shirt in the morning

Midnight in my hands

Now you're still here

I just don't understand

I never knew I have a fighter

Just when I thought I knew everything about you

You're 53

Born in Carolina

Still front pew pretty

And Friday night free

You're a dashboard singing

Little red corvette

Sweet as forgiveness

From the moment that we met

Never knew I had a fighter

Never knew I had a fighter

Please believe that I believe

When I'm praying that you're right beside me praying

Never knew I had a fighter