Holdin' My Own - Eric Church

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 knockin

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 n 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 got sick of the noise

If the world comes knockin

Wondering where I’ve gone

Tell em I’m holdin my own

Till 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 just got sick of the noise

If the world comes knockin

Tell em I’m not home

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