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 troubadour

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 hates the noise

If the world comes knocking

Tell 'em I'm not home

I'm finally holdin' my own.

'til I run out of time

I'm gonna spend the rest of mine.

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.

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.