The Fighter (feat. Jon Statham)

He grew up in a small town
Working hard on his family's land
Wondering if this was all there was to being alive
Then tragedy struck up in New York City
And he knew right then that he had to take a stand
If Freedom as a way of life was gonna survive
So he raised his hand and swore to do
What's right for God and Country too

He poured out blood and he poured out sweat
And buried many a friend and good man
He did what he knew was just in the dust
And the heat of Iraq and Afghanistan
Where the black smoke filled the air and it don't get lighter
He's the fighter yeah, he's the fighter

When his time was up he came home with scars
Both inside and out
He picked up his guitar
And started to telling the world what war was really about
Yeah the nightmare's alive and well
For those who survived that hell

He poured out blood and he poured out sweat
And buried many a friend and good man
He did what he knew was just in the dust
And the heat of Iraq and Afghanistan
And as the days grow shorter the bonds get tighter
He's the fighter yeah, he's the fighter

Now he faces his demons
And he pours out his feelings
Alone on the stage every night
And the vets sing along and sway to the song
Raise a glass to those still in the fight

He poured out blood and he poured out sweat
And buried many a friend and good man
He did what he knew was just in the dust
And the heat of Iraq and Afghanistan
Whether Soldier, husband, father, or provider
He's the fighter yeah, he's the fighter