I Hold On - Dierks Bentley

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.