G Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawerC G Used up some luck and lawyersC G D Like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raftG And shoved off chasing my dreams Reeling in big fishesC G I had some hits, a few big missesC G I gave 'em hell and got a few stitchesD And these days, I show off my scarsC With one arm around my babyG And one arm around my boysC A heart that's still pretty crazyD And a head that hates the noiseC D If the world comes knockingG Em Tell 'em I'm not homeC D G I'm finally holdin' my ownG I've burned up the fast laneC G Dodging drugs and divorceC G If I'm proof of anythingD God sure loves TroubadoursG Sometimes, late at nightC G I miss the smoke and neonC G Sneak out of bed, grab a six-stringD Play what's still turnin' me onG Like that tight old-time rock and rollC Or that right-down-home country goldG I miss blues and soulD G But not more than I miss being homeC With one arm around my babyG And one arm around my boysC A heart that's still pretty crazyD And a head that hates the noiseC D If the world comes knockingG Em Tell 'em I'm not homeC D G I'm finally holdin' my ownAm G C 'Til I run out of timeAm G C D I'm gonna spend the rest of miiiiineC With one arm around my babyG And one arm around my boysC A heart that's still pretty crazyD And a head that hates the noiseC D If the world comes knockingG Em Tell 'em I'm not homeC D G I'm finally holdin' my ownG And when my time on Earth is doneC G I hope they write it on my stoneC D G I lived, loved, and died holdin' my ownC D G I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own
Holding My Own
Eric Church
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