歌曲 | Quitters |
歌手 | Collin Raye |
专辑 | Selected Hits |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
VERSE I: Nobody thinks about that stuff. | |
Like, how tall he might have been, or how fast he could’ve run. | |
They just stare as he rolls by. | |
All they see is a helpless kid, with no chance to live a life. | |
If they only knew . . . | |
CHORUS: He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Climbing up a snow-capped mountain & planting his flag. | |
He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair. | |
He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers. | |
He’s not jaded or bitter, | |
He’s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTERS. | |
VERSE II: The doctors say no way he’ll walk, | |
He’s just smiles and says , I’m gonna prove you wrong. | |
Lots of falls and failed attempts, | |
His legs keep giving out but his heart ain’t giving in. | |
What they don’t know is . . . | |
CHORUS: He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Pushing Earnhardt down the backstretch in a Daytona draft. | |
He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair. | |
He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers. | |
He’s not jaded or bitter, | |
He’s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTERS. | |
BRIDGE: He pulls himself up on the bars and takes a long, deep breath, | |
Lifts his right foot off the mat and with all that he has left | |
He takes a step, one step – | |
CHORUS Toward his dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back | |
He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair. | |
He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers. | |
He’s not jaded or bitter, | |
He’s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTER |
VERSE I: Nobody thinks about that stuff. | |
Like, how tall he might have been, or how fast he could' ve run. | |
They just stare as he rolls by. | |
All they see is a helpless kid, with no chance to live a life. | |
If they only knew . . . | |
CHORUS: He' s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Climbing up a snowcapped mountain planting his flag. | |
He believes one day he' ll stand up walk away from that chair. | |
He' s got faith, he' s got hope, and all his Mama' s prayers. | |
He' s not jaded or bitter, | |
He' s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTERS. | |
VERSE II: The doctors say no way he' ll walk, | |
He' s just smiles and says , I' m gonna prove you wrong. | |
Lots of falls and failed attempts, | |
His legs keep giving out but his heart ain' t giving in. | |
What they don' t know is . . . | |
CHORUS: He' s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Pushing Earnhardt down the backstretch in a Daytona draft. | |
He believes one day he' ll stand up walk away from that chair. | |
He' s got faith, he' s got hope, and all his Mama' s prayers. | |
He' s not jaded or bitter, | |
He' s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTERS. | |
BRIDGE: He pulls himself up on the bars and takes a long, deep breath, | |
Lifts his right foot off the mat and with all that he has left | |
He takes a step, one step | |
CHORUS Toward his dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back | |
He believes one day he' ll stand up walk away from that chair. | |
He' s got faith, he' s got hope, and all his Mama' s prayers. | |
He' s not jaded or bitter, | |
He' s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTER |
VERSE I: Nobody thinks about that stuff. | |
Like, how tall he might have been, or how fast he could' ve run. | |
They just stare as he rolls by. | |
All they see is a helpless kid, with no chance to live a life. | |
If they only knew . . . | |
CHORUS: He' s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Climbing up a snowcapped mountain planting his flag. | |
He believes one day he' ll stand up walk away from that chair. | |
He' s got faith, he' s got hope, and all his Mama' s prayers. | |
He' s not jaded or bitter, | |
He' s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTERS. | |
VERSE II: The doctors say no way he' ll walk, | |
He' s just smiles and says , I' m gonna prove you wrong. | |
Lots of falls and failed attempts, | |
His legs keep giving out but his heart ain' t giving in. | |
What they don' t know is . . . | |
CHORUS: He' s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Pushing Earnhardt down the backstretch in a Daytona draft. | |
He believes one day he' ll stand up walk away from that chair. | |
He' s got faith, he' s got hope, and all his Mama' s prayers. | |
He' s not jaded or bitter, | |
He' s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTERS. | |
BRIDGE: He pulls himself up on the bars and takes a long, deep breath, | |
Lifts his right foot off the mat and with all that he has left | |
He takes a step, one step | |
CHORUS Toward his dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash, | |
Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back | |
He believes one day he' ll stand up walk away from that chair. | |
He' s got faith, he' s got hope, and all his Mama' s prayers. | |
He' s not jaded or bitter, | |
He' s gonna leave the giving up | |
For the QUITTER |