Stick to Your Guns Songtext
von Sweet F.A.

My father said, boy
You gotta learn to be a man someday soon
You do it your own way
It doesn′t matter much what the others do
You carry your own weight well
You gotta learn to carry others too
When times start gettin' tough
Just remember, here′s what you got to do, oh yeah
Ooo, you gotta stick to your guns, boy, ooo

He said, now, I know it ain't easy
Startin' from the bottom up
When people get the best of you
Well, that′s just life, you better toughen up
You′re gonna get your ass kicked around
Knocked down, every once and again
You pick yourself up and wipe yourself off
Go back and hit 'em again


Stick to your guns, boy, to your guns
Don′t let 'em push you around, be number one
Stick to your guns, boy, to your guns
Try to remember, ride with the sun at your back
Said, ooo yeah
You gotta stick to your guns

Now he′s dead and gone
Never thought those words would ring so true
With all this comin' and goin′
Sometimes it's all just gettin' me through
When times start gettin′ me down
I just remember what he said to me
When you′re alone, boy
Mind and body can set you free

I found myself a stone cold believer
I put my trust in very few
I keep my eyes on the deceiver
Tell you somethin' that I know is true
What you gotta do
What you gotta do

Stick to your guns, boy, to your guns
Don′t let 'em push you around, be number one
Stick to your guns, boy, to your guns
Try to remember, ride with the sun at your back


Number one
Stick to your guns
Number one
Stick to your guns
Number one
Stick to your guns
Number one
Stick to your guns
Number one