Under My Spell

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It's just an old beat-up truck, some say that I should trade up
Now that I got some jangle in my pocket
But what they don't understand is just the miles that make a man
I wouldn't trade that thing in for a rocket
What they don't know is my dad and me, we drove around to Tennessee
And she's still here and now he's gone
So I hold on.
Its just an old beat up box, some say its just a rusted top
It prob'ly don't look like much to you
But these dents and scratches in the wood, yea that's what makes it sound so good
To me its better than brand new
Yea see this here flat top guitar, has had my back in a million bars
Singing every country song
So I hold on.
To the things, I believe in
My faith, your love, our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
Yeah I hold on, I hold on
Like the stripes to the flag, like a boy to his dad
I cant change who I am, right or wrong
So I hold on
Yeah baby lookin' at you right now, there ain't never been no doubt
Without you I'd be nothing
So if you ever worry about. me walkin' out
Yeah let me tell you something.
I hold on. I hold on.
Can you hear me baby. I hold on
To the things, I believe in
My faith, your love, our freedom
To the things I can count on
To keep me going strong
Yeah I hold on, I hold on