If my man was fighting, some unholy war;
I would be be- hind him.
Straight, shook up beside him, with strength he didn't know.
It's you I'm fighting for.
He can't lose with me in tow,
I refuse to let him go.
At his side and drunk on pride,
We wait for the blo -ow.
We put it in writing, but who you writing for ?
Just us on kitchen floor.
Justice done, reciting, my stomach standing still,
Like you're reading my will.
He still stands, in spite of what his scars say,
I'll battle, 'till his bitter finale.
Just me, my d ignity, and this guitar case .
If, if my man is fighting, some un- holy war,
And I will stand beside you.
But who you fighting for ?
B, I would have died too; I'd of liked to.
If my man was fight -ing,
Some un- holy war .
If my man was fighting.