Dierks Bentley - I hold on

It's ^Bmjust an old beat up truck Some say ^Gthat I should trade up Now ^Dthat I got some jangle in my pocket But ^Bmwhat they don't understand Is i^Gt's the miles that make a man I wouldn't ^Dtrade that thing in for a rocket What ^Bmthey don't know is my dad and me We dr^Gove her out to Tennessee And s^Dhe's still here and now he's ^Agone So^Em I h^Gold ^Don

It's ^Bmjust an old beat up box It's ^Grusty strings across the top It pr^Dobably don't look like much to you But these ^Bmdents and scratches in the wood Yea t^Ghat's what makes it sound so good ^DTo me it's better than brand new Yea ^Bmsee this here flat top guitar Has h^Gad my back in a million bars ^DSinging every country ^Asong S^Emo I ^Ghold^D on

To the t^Ghings, I beli^Deve in My fa^Aith, your love, our fr^Bmeedom To the th^Gings I can count on To k^Deep me going st^Arong Yeah I hold o^Bmn ^{G D} I hold^Bm on ^{G D} Like the str^Gipes to the flag Like a b^Doy to his ^Adad I can't c^Ghange who I ^Dam, right or w^Arong So I hold o^Bmn ^{G D}

B^Bmaby lookin at you right now Th^Gere ain't never been no doubt ^DWithout you I'd be nothing So ^Bmif you ever worry about, ^Gme walkin out ^DYeah let me tell you something ^BmI hol^Gd on^{D Bm}I ho^Gld o^Dn Can you hear me baby ^BmI ho^Gld o^Dn ^BmI ho^Gld ^Don

To the t^Ghings, I bel^Dieve in My f^Aaith, your love, our fr^Bmeedom To the th^Gings I can count on To k^Deep me going st^Arong To the t^Ghings, I bel^Dieve in My f^Aaith, your love, our fr^Bmeedom To the th^Gings I can count on To k^Deep me going st^Arong Yea I hold on^{Bm G D} I hold on^{Bm G D}