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's 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

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's

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.

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.