I Hold On

It's 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 don't understand
 Is it's the miles that make a man
 I wouldn't trade that thing in for a rocket
 What they don't know is my dad and me
 We drove her out to Tennessee
 She's still here, and now he's gone
 So I hold on
 It's just an old beat up box
 Its rusty strings across the top
 It probably don't look like much to you
 But these dents and scratches in the wood
 Yeah, that's what makes it sound so good
 To me it's better than brand new
 You see this here flat top guitar's
 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 can't change who I am, right or wrong
 So I hold on
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 Baby, looking at you right now
 There ain't never been no doubt
 Without you, I'd be nothing
 So if you ever worry about
 Me walking out
 Yeah, let me tell you 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