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

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 you

love our freedom

To the things

I can count on

To keep me

going strong

Yeah 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