Pushing On

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my, riding high

Till my, riding high

Till my dying day I will give it all away

I'll be pushing on

Till the rivers run dry I've got to try, try, try

I'll keep pushing on

When my soles wear through I won't be feeling blue

I'll keep pushing on (pushing on)

Till the rivers run dry I've got to try, try, try

I'll keep pushing on (pushing on, push, pushing on)

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Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my (pushing on)

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till my soles wear through I won't be feeling blue

I'll keep pushing on (pushing on)

Till the rivers run dry I've got to try, try, try

I'll keep pushing on (pushing on, push, pushing on)

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high

Till my stone cold grave I'll be pushing on

Till my blood runs dry I'll be riding high