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Its Amjust an old beat up truck
Some sFay that I should trade up
Now tChat I got some jangle in my pocket
But Amwhat they dont understand
Is iFts the miles that make a man
I wouldnt tCrade that thing in for a rocket
What Amthey dont know is my dad and me
We drFove her out to Tennessee
And sChes still here and now hes gGone
So DmI hoFld oCn
Its jAmust an old beat up box
Its rFusty strings across the top
It prCobly dont look like much to you
But these dAments and scratches in the wood
Yea thFats what makes it sound so good
CTo me its better than brand new
Yea Amsee this here flat top guitar
Has hFad my back in a million bars
CSinging every country sGong
So DmI hoFld oCn
To the tFhings, I beClieve in
My faGith, your love, our fAmreedom
To the thFings I can count on
To kCeep me going stGrong
Yeah I hold oAmn F C
I hold Amon F C
Like the strFipes to the flag
Like a bCoy to his dGad
I cant chFange who I aCm, right or wrGong
So I hold oAmn F C
BAmaby lookin at you right now
ThFere aint never been no doubt
CWithout you Id be nothing
So Amif you ever worry about,F me walkin out
CYeah let me tell you something
AmI holFd oCn
AmI hoFld oCn
Can you hear me baby
AmI hoFld oCn
AmI hoFld Con
To the thFings, I bCelieve in
My fGaith, your love, our frAmeedom
To the thFings I can count on
To kCeep me going stGrong
To the tFhings, I bCelieve in
My fGaith, your love, our freAmedom
To the thFings I can count on
To kCeep me going strGong
Yea I hold onAm F C
I hold onAm F C
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