Текст песни
I remember the night I spend with her in jail
No money, no friends and no one paid our bail
Don’t cry like a pussy it’s a cold hard world
Stick to your guns hold on to your girl
In many fights and lonely nights
She was by my side and she always treated me right
When i was in ttrouble, lying and dying
She lends helping hand so nice and kind
She was hotter than a sun and sweeter than wine
One day Jim told me that the end is always near
He shouted that blues right in my ear
And since that moment I always now
Stick to your guns, hold on to your girl
Cause she's hotter than a sun and sweeter than wine
