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Songtexte: Garth Brooks. Sevens. Do What You Gotta Do.

Sometimes you've got to take the heat
If your gonna walk down on the mean street
Take the heat and you see it through
'Cause sometimes it comes down to do what you gotta do

Sometimes it goes right down to the wire
And you might have to walk through the fire
Walk on, boy, all the way through
Sometimes it comes down to do what you gotta do

Well there's people that'll tell you, it's just no use
And there's people that'll tell you that you're gonna lose
People that'll tell you anything you're gonna listen to
Do what you gotta do

Someday they're going to call your name
They'll come looking for someone to blame
What's your name boy? Hey you just tell them true
'Cause they can't take the truth from you, so do what you gotta do

Well they'll call you a hero or a traitor
But you'll find out that sooner or later
Nobody in this world is gonna do it for you
Do what you gotta do

There ain't no body in this world
That's gonna do it for you, do what you gotta do