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