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
She’s still here now he’s gone
So I hold on

It’s just an old beat-up box
Six rusty strings across the top
It prob’ly 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
Singin' 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 goin' 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

Baby, lookin' at you right now
There ain’t never been no doubt
Without you I’d be nothing
So if you ever worry 'bout me walkin' out
Yeah, let me tell you somethin'
I hold on
I hold on
Can you hear me, baby?
I hold on
Yeah, 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 goin' 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