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 And 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 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 can't change who I am, right or wrong So I hold on Yeah, 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 Yea 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