And I was born to fight I ain't been knocked down yet I was born to fight I'm the surest bet There ain't no man no woman No beast alive that can beat me 'Cause I'm born to fight They're tryin' to take away my pride By stripping me of everything I own

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

I'm a steady rollin' man, I roll both night and day I'm the man that rolls, when icicles is hangin' on the tree I'm a steady rollin' man, hmm hmm, I roll both night and day But I haven't got no sweet woman, hmm mmm , boys, to be rollin' this-a way And

People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care, but things have changed A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got

Oh, I need your love Oh, oh, I need your love I just got to have In the evening When the day is done I'm looking for a woman But the girl don't come So don't let her Play you for a fool

'Cause I'm a man, woman Don't always think before I do A greater force I answer to Like a brutal autumn sun It dawns on me, what have I done? Saying sorry ain't as good as saying why But it buys me a little more time Lost in the moment for a second time

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

I'm a W.O.M.A.N. Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh Talking about you, a man Always ready to go When it come to movin' daddy Baby, you're almost gold You ain't got nothin' in your pocket