Always Surviving

He's the youngest kid in the neighborhood
A little face in a big old sweatshirt hood
He doesn't run or catch too good
But he keeps on trying

He's kinda short, kinda round
Other kids kinda push him around
Pulls the hood of that sweatshirt down
So they don't see him crying

He's the one when they play football
They say, "Kid, you go long"
So he runs and waves his hands
And yells, "I'm open guys, come on"
When they finally throw one to him
He trips and drops the ball

But he gets up, so strong and he hangs on
He's got that tiger inside him
He's back for more and man, he roars
As loud as thunder and lightning
Scratchin' and fightin', always surviving

He's the man of the house as it is
Trying to support a wife and kids
Gets a check and stretches it
But it won't go much farther

Yesterday he heard his boss talking
About laying a few folks off
He's gotta keep this job
But he can't work much harder

Comes home in the evening
Takes his boots off the door
Wraps his arms around the ones
He's working so hard for
Says, "Honey, don't you worry"
She says, "What would I worry for?"

"You're up, you're gone before the dawn
You got that tiger inside you
You go back for more and man, you roar
As loud and thunder and lightning
Scratchin' and fightin', always surviving"

So get up, be strong, keep hanging on
You got that tiger inside you
Go back for me and when you roar
Be loud as thunder and lightning
Scratchin' and fightin', never quit tryin'
Always surviving