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From The Album - Ain't Got Time
From The Album - Ain't Got Time
I am privileged to have some excellent artists produce and sing my debut Country-Album, 'Ain’t Got Time' -- This is 'Friday Night Famous' – an Underground fight anthem! --no usual small-town “party but a Southern-fried, bare-knuckle brawl song. . VERSION 02
I am privileged to have some excellent artists produce and sing my debut Country-Album, 'Ain’t Got Time' -- This is 'Friday Night Famous' – an Underground fight anthem! --no usual small-town “party but a Southern-fried, bare-knuckle brawl song. VERSION 03
Verse 1:
Out past the neon, where the streetlights die
There’s a ring in the dirt, and the stakes run high
No refs, no rules, just a cash-down bet
And a prayer you’ll walk out with your teeth still set
Pre-Chorus:
No contracts here, just blood and bone
No mercy found in this no-name town
Chorus:
It’s Friday night famous, fists flyin’ fast
A legend’s made when you leave a scratch
You swing or you fall, no time to catch
Every dog’s got a bite, but not all got a mean streak
Ain’t no cameras, and the crowd’s got no name
Win or lose, it all hurts the same
You see round here, you don’t fight for fun
You fight for the right to be someone
Verse 2:
Tucker’s got scars from a fight last June
Says he took a right hook from a boy named Boone
Didn’t win, didn’t draw, but they still shake hands
Losin’ don’t matter if you still stand
Pre-Chorus:
No contracts here, just blood and bone
No mercy found in this no-name town
Chorus:
It’s Friday night famous, fists flyin’ fast
A legend’s made when you leave a scratch
You swing or you fall, no time to catch
Every dog’s got a bite, but not all got a mean streak
Ain’t no cameras, and the crowd’s got no name
Win or lose, it all hurts the same
You see round here, you don’t fight for fun
You fight for the right to be someone
Bridge:
Glory don’t come in a silver cup
It’s in busted-up knuckles and a standin’ up
Just one more round ‘til your name’s well known
Or one clean hit and you’re goin’ home
Chorus:
It’s Friday night famous, fists flyin’ fast
A legend’s made when you leave a scratch
You swing or you fall, no time to catch
Every dog’s got a bite, but not all got a mean streak
Ain’t no cameras, and the crowd’s got no name
Win or lose, it all hurts the same
You see round here, you don’t fight for fun
You fight for the right to be someone
Outro:
Crack your knuckles, hear that yell,
Coz tonight’s the night—you gonna fight like hell.
Crack your sparks its time to catch,
Every dogs got a bite but not all got a means streak
Aint no cameras and the crowd got no name
Win or lose, it all hurts the same
You see round here, you don’t fight for fun
You fight for the right to be someone
Crack your knuckles hear that yell
Cause tonight’s the night you gonna fight like hell
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