Half The Battle Songtext
von Steve Forde

My great-granddaddy′s daddy lived in 1883
A tough-as-nails cowboy, a piece of history
And all I know about him comes from a diary
He passed down, and it's mine now
Didn′t have much education, judging by the way he wrote
He was partial to the Herefords with a good thick winter coat
He must have done some living 'cause he wanted us to know
What he learned, a little wisdom earned

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 it′s civilized
There's crackheads, crooks, and crazies, and concrete to the sky
Nothing′s really changed, it's 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