Dierks Bentley
Текст песни I Hold On

It's just an old beat up truck
Some say that I should treat up all now that I got some jangle in my pocket
But what they don't understand is his miles make me a man
I wouldn't treat that truck neither for a rocket
What they don't know it's my bad enemy
We drove around the Tenesy
She still now, he's gone
So I hold on
It's just an old beat up box
It's rof the streets across the top
we probably don't look like much to you
But this dancing screatching in the wood
Yeah that makes sound so good
To me it's better then anything
You see this right here all the guitars
Have my back in a million balls
Sing in evey country song
So I hold on
To the thinga I believe in
My fate, your love I ain't treat em
To the things I can count and keep me going
Yeah I hold on
I can strach to the ...i can ball to the dead
I can't change how I am right or wrong
So I hold on
They don't look at you right now
The rain never be no ...without you I'll be nothing
So with you ever worry about it be walking out
Yeah let me tell you something
I hold on
I hold on can you hear me baby
I hold on yeah
I hold on
To the thing I believe in
My fate, your love, our freedom
To the things I can count on to keep me going
It's not wrong
Yeah I hold on
I hold on, I hold on, an don, and on, and on , and on