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 to Tennessee 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 probably dont look like much to you But these dents and scratches in the wood Yeah, thats what makes it sound so good To me its better than brand new You see is here flat top guitar Its 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 looking at you right now There aint never been no doubt Without you id be nothing So if you ever worry about Me walking out, Yeah let me tell ya something I hold on, I hold on can you hear me baby I hold on Yeah! 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 Yeah i hold on I hold on I hold on and on and on and on and on I hold on and on and on and on and on.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Sep 2014 17:50:36 +0000