| Song | Quitters |
| Artist | George Canyon |
| Album | Somebody Wrote Love |
| Nobody thinks about that stuff like how tall | |
| He might have been or how fast he could’ve run | |
| They just stare as he rolls by, all they see is a helpless kid | |
| With no chance to live a life but | |
| If they only knew | |
| He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash | |
| Climbing up a snow capped mountain and planting his flag | |
| He believes one day he’ll stand up and walk away from that chair | |
| He’s got faith, he’s got hope and all his mamma’s prayers | |
| He’s not jaded or bitter, gonna leave the giving up for the quitters | |
| The doctors say no way he’ll walk, he just smiles | |
| And says, “ | |
| I’m gonna prove you wrong” | |
| Lots of falls and failed attempts, his legs keep giving out | |
| But his heart ain’t giving in ‘cause what they don’t know | |
| He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash | |
| Pushing Earnhardt down the back stretch in a | |
| Daytona draft | |
| He believes one day he’ll stand up and walk away from that chair | |
| He’s got faith, he’s got hope and all his mamma’s prayers | |
| He’s not jaded or bitter, he’s gonna leave the giving up for the quitters | |
| He pulls himself up on the bars | |
| And takes a long deep breath | |
| Lifts his right foot off the mat | |
| And with all that he has left | |
| He takes a step, one step | |
| Toward his dream of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash | |
| Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back | |
| He believes one day he’ll stand up and walk away from that chair | |
| He’s got faith, he’s got hope and all his mamma’s prayers | |
| He’s not jaded or bitter, he’s gonna leave the giving up for the quitters | |
| He ain’t no quitter |
| Nobody thinks about that stuff like how tall | |
| He might have been or how fast he could' ve run | |
| They just stare as he rolls by, all they see is a helpless kid | |
| With no chance to live a life but | |
| If they only knew | |
| He' s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash | |
| Climbing up a snow capped mountain and planting his flag | |
| He believes one day he' ll stand up and walk away from that chair | |
| He' s got faith, he' s got hope and all his mamma' s prayers | |
| He' s not jaded or bitter, gonna leave the giving up for the quitters | |
| The doctors say no way he' ll walk, he just smiles | |
| And says, " | |
| I' m gonna prove you wrong" | |
| Lots of falls and failed attempts, his legs keep giving out | |
| But his heart ain' t giving in ' cause what they don' t know | |
| He' s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash | |
| Pushing Earnhardt down the back stretch in a | |
| Daytona draft | |
| He believes one day he' ll stand up and walk away from that chair | |
| He' s got faith, he' s got hope and all his mamma' s prayers | |
| He' s not jaded or bitter, he' s gonna leave the giving up for the quitters | |
| He pulls himself up on the bars | |
| And takes a long deep breath | |
| Lifts his right foot off the mat | |
| And with all that he has left | |
| He takes a step, one step | |
| Toward his dream of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash | |
| Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back | |
| He believes one day he' ll stand up and walk away from that chair | |
| He' s got faith, he' s got hope and all his mamma' s prayers | |
| He' s not jaded or bitter, he' s gonna leave the giving up for the quitters | |
| He ain' t no quitter |