Dierks Bentley - I Hold On

Its 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 Its just an old beat up box It’s rusty strings across the top It probly don’t look like much to you But these dents and scratches in the wood Yea that’s what makes it sound so good To me its 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 lookin’ at you rig