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 knockin 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 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 knockin Wondering where I've gone Tell em I'm holdin my own Till 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 just got sick of the noise If the world comes knockin Tell em I'm not home 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