It’s (Am)just an old beat up truck.

Some (F)say that I should trade up now (C)that I got some jan gle in my pock et.

But (Am)what they don’t un der stand is (F)it’s the miles that make a man.

I would n’t (C)trade that thing in for a rock et.

What (Am)they don’t know is my dad and me we (F)drove her out to Ten nes see.

And she’s still here; now he’s (G)gone.

So, (Dm)I

(F)hold

on.

It’s (Am)just an old beat up box, its (F)rust y strings a cross the top.

It (C)prob ’ly don’t look like much to you.

But these (Am)dents and scratch es in the wood, yeah, (F)that’s what makes it sound so good.

To me, it’s bet ter than brand new.

You (Am)see this here flat top gui tar’s (F)had my back in a mil lion bars, sing in’ ev ’ry coun try (G)song.

So, (Dm)I

(F)hold

(C)on

to the things

I be lieve in: my faith, your love, our free dom, to the things I can count on to keep me go in’ (G)strong.

Yeah, I hold (Am)on.

I hold (Am)on.

Like the stripes

to the flag,

like a boy

to his dad, I can’t change who I am, right or (G)wrong.

So, I hold (Am)on.

(Am)Ba by, look in’ at you right now, (F)there ain’t nev er been no doubt:

with out you I’d be noth in’.

So, (Am)if you ev er wor ry ’bout

me walk in’ out,

yeah, let me tell you some thin’:

(Am)I

(F)hold

(C)on.

(Am)I

(F)hold

(C)on.

Can you hear me, ba by?

(Am)I

(F)hold

(C)on.

(Am)I

(C)hold

(C)on

to the things

I be lieve in: my faith, your love, our free dom, to the things I can count on to keep me go in’ (G)strong.

To the things

I be lieve in: my faith, your love, our free dom, to the things I can count on to keep me go in’ (G)strong.

To the things (G)strong.

Yeah, I hold (Am)on.

I hold (Am)on.

I hold (Am)on and on and on and on and on.

I hold (Am)on and on and on and on and on.