Album
Mr. Misunderstood
Holdin' My Own
FIRST PLAYED
Saturday, Apr 09, 2016
Grand Ole Opry House, Nashville, TN
LAST PLAYED
Thursday, Oct 02, 2025
Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, MI
Release Date
Tuesday, Nov 03, 2015
Times Played
144
PURCHASE SONG
STREAM SONG
LYRICS
Always been a fighter, a 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 and 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 holding my own
I’ve burned up the fast lane
Dodging drugs and divorce
If I’m proof of anything
God sure loves Troubadours
Sometimes late at night
I miss the smoke and neon
Sneak out of bed and grab a six string
Play what’s still turnin’ me on
Like that tight old time rock-n-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 got sick of the noise
If the world comes knocking
And wonder where I’ve gone
Tell ‘em I’m holding 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 got sick of 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, holding my own
I lived, loved and died, holding my own
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 and 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 holding my own
I’ve burned up the fast lane
Dodging drugs and divorce
If I’m proof of anything
God sure loves Troubadours
Sometimes late at night
I miss the smoke and neon
Sneak out of bed and grab a six string
Play what’s still turnin’ me on
Like that tight old time rock-n-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 got sick of the noise
If the world comes knocking
And wonder where I’ve gone
Tell ‘em I’m holding 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 got sick of 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, holding my own
I lived, loved and died, holding my own