Holdin' My Own

Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer
 Used up some luck in lawyers
 Like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raft
 And shoved off chasing my dreams
 Reeling in big fishes
 I had some hits, and a few big misses
 I gave 'em hell and got a few stitches
 And these days, I show off my scars with
 One arm around my baby
 One arm around my boys
 A heart that's still pretty crazy
 And a head that hates the noise
 If the world comes knocking
 Tell 'em I'm not home
 I'm finally holdin' my own
 I've burned up the fast lane
 Dodging drugs and divorce
 If I'm proof of anything
 God sure loves Troubadours
 Sometimes, late at night
 I miss the smoke and neon
 Sneak out of bed, grab a six-string
 Play what's still turnin' me on
 Like that tight old-time rock and roll
 Or that right-down-home country gold
 I miss blues and soul
 But not more than I miss being home
 With one arm around my baby
 And one arm around my boys
 A heart that's still pretty crazy
 And a head that got sick of noise
 If the world comes knocking
 And wonder where I've gone
 Tell 'em I'm holdin' my own
 'Til I run out of time
 I'm gonna spend the rest of mine
 With one arm around my baby
 And one arm around my boys
 A heart that's still pretty crazy
 And a head that just got sick of noise
 If the world comes knocking
 Tell 'em I'm not home
 I'm finally holdin' my own
 And when my time on Earth is done
 I want they write it on my stone
 I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own
 I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own