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, 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 And 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 Wondering where I've gone Tell 'em I'm holdin' my own Until I run out of time I'm gonna spend the rest of mine One arm around my baby And one arm around my boys A heart that's still pretty crazy And a head 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 --- Holdin' My Own - Eric Church