Eric Church - Holdin my own

^GAlways been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer ^CUsed up some luck and ^Glawyers Like H^Cuck from Tom ^GSawyer jumped on my ^Draft And shoved off chasing ^Gmy dreams

I had some ^Chits, a few big ^Gmisses I g^Cave 'em hell and got a few ^Gstitches And these ^Ddays, I show off my scars

With ^Cone arm around my baby And ^Gone arm around my boys A h^Ceart that's still pretty crazy And a h^Emead that hates the ^Dnoise If the wo^Crld comes k^Dnocking ^GTell 'em I'm not ^Emhome I'm f^Cinally ^Dholdin' my ^Gown

^GI've burned up the fast lane ^CDodging drugs and ^Gdivorce ^CIf I'm proof of ^Ganything God sure loves ^DTroubadours ^GSometimes, late at night ^CI miss the smoke and ^Gneon ^CSneak out of bed, grab a ^Gsix-string Play what's ^Dstill turnin' me on Like that ^Gtight old-time rock and roll Or that r^Cight-down-home country gold ^GI miss blues and soul But not ^Dmore than I miss being ^Ghome

With o^Cne arm around my baby And ^Gone arm around my boys A h^Ceart that's still pretty crazy And a ^Emhead that hates the ^Dnoise If the wo^Crld comes k^Dnocking ^GTell 'em I'm not ^Emhome I'm f^Cinally ^Dholdin' my ^Gown

^Am 'Til I ^Grun out of ^Ctime ^Am I'm gonna ^Gspend the rest of ^Cmiiii^Dine

With o^Cne arm around my baby And ^Gone arm around my boys A h^Ceart that's still pretty crazy And a h^Emead that hates the ^Dnoise If the wo^Crld comes k^Dnocking ^GTell 'em I'm not ^Emhome I'm f^Cinally ^Dholdin' my ^Gown

And ^Cwhen my time on ^DEarth is done I hope they ^Gwrite it on my ^Emstone I ^Clived, loved, and ^Ddied holdin' my ^Gown I ^Clived, loved, and ^Ddied holdin' my ^Gown