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