Martina McBride - This Uncivil War Lyrics
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This Uncivil War
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What Are The Lyrics For This Uncivil War By Martina McBride?
There's a silence on the front lines
You can cut it with a knife You can stay and take your chances Or you can run to save your life And one side is retreating And the other's runnin' scared And the drums of war are beating Even through its undeclared And both sides say they're winning And both sides know they're losing And neither one knows what they're fightin' for And in the quiet little places You can see the little faces Huddled right outside the bedroom door Praying for an end to this uncivil war Papa needs a new job So he's swallowin' his pride Oh, but it don't go down easy And it eats him up inside And mama, she don't notice Little sister's ragged dress Lately she don't notice Much of anything I guess They're just fightin' off the hunger Tryin' to keep from goin' under But the wolves just keep on Gatherin' round the door There's no place to run for cover So they're turning on each other 'Cause there really ain't no winners anymore Just victims in this uncivil war There's a silence on the front libes You can cut it with a knife You can stay and take your chances Or you can run to save your life |
Who Wrote This Uncivil War By Martina McBride?
Gretchen Peters
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What's The Duration Of The This Uncivil War By Martina McBride?The duration of This Uncivil War is 5:07 minutes and seconds. |
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