Its just an old beat up truck
Some say that I should trade up
Now that I got some jangle in my pocket
But what they dont understand
Is its the miles that make a man
I wouldnt trade that thing in for a rocket
What they dont know is my dad and me
We drove her out to Tennessee
And shes still here and now hes gone
So I hold on
Its just an old beat up box
Its rusty strings across the top
It probly dont look like much to you
But these dents and scratches in the wood
Yea thats what makes it sound so good
To me its better than brand new
Yea see this here flat top guitar
Has had my back in a million bars
Singing every country song
So I hold on
To the things, I believe in
My faith, your love, our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
Yeah I hold on
I hold on
Like the stripes to the flag
Like a boy to his dad
I cant change who I am, right or wrong
So I hold on
Baby lookin at you right now
There aint never been no doubt
Without you Id be nothing
So if you ever worry about, me walkin out
Yeah let me tell you something
I hold on
I hold on
Can you hear me baby
I hold on
I hold on
To the things, I believe in
My faith, your love, our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
To the things, I believe in
My faith, your love, our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
Yea I hold on
I hold on
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