Holding My Own

Capo 8 G Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer C G Used up some luck and lawyers C G D Like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raft G And shoved off chasing my dreams Reeling in big fishes C G I had some hits, a few big misses C G I gave 'em hell and got a few stitches D And these days, I show off my scars C With one arm around my baby G And one arm around my boys C A heart that's still pretty crazy D And a head that hates the noise C D If the world comes knocking G Em Tell 'em I'm not home C D G I'm finally holdin' my own G I've burned up the fast lane C G Dodging drugs and divorce C G If I'm proof of anything D God sure loves Troubadours G Sometimes, late at night C G I miss the smoke and neon C G Sneak out of bed, grab a six-string D Play what's still turnin' me on G Like that tight old-time rock and roll C Or that right-down-home country gold G I miss blues and soul D G But not more than I miss being home C With one arm around my baby G And one arm around my boys C A heart that's still pretty crazy D And a head that hates the noise C D If the world comes knocking G Em Tell 'em I'm not home C D G I'm finally holdin' my own Am G C 'Til I run out of time Am G C D I'm gonna spend the rest of miiiiine C With one arm around my baby G And one arm around my boys C A heart that's still pretty crazy D And a head that hates the noise C D If the world comes knocking G Em Tell 'em I'm not home C D G I'm finally holdin' my own G And when my time on Earth is done C G I hope they write it on my stone C D G I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own C D G I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own