G
Always been a fighter, scrapper, and a clawer
C G
Used up some luck and lawyers
C G D
Like Huck from Tom Sawyer jumped on my raft
G
And shoved off chasing my dreams
Reeling in big fishes
C G
I had some hits, a few big misses
C G
I gave 'em hell and got a few stitches
D
And these days, I show off my scars
C
With one arm around my baby
G
And one arm around my boys
C
A heart that's still pretty crazy
D
And a head that hates the noise
C D
If the world comes knocking
G Em
Tell 'em I'm not home
C D G
I'm finally holdin' my own
G
I've burned up the fast lane
C G
Dodging drugs and divorce
C G
If I'm proof of anything
D
God sure loves Troubadours
G
Sometimes, late at night
C G
I miss the smoke and neon
C G
Sneak out of bed, grab a six-string
D
Play what's still turnin' me on
G
Like that tight old-time rock and roll
C
Or that right-down-home country gold
G
I miss blues and soul
D G
But not more than I miss being home
C
With one arm around my baby
G
And one arm around my boys
C
A heart that's still pretty crazy
D
And a head that hates the noise
C D
If the world comes knocking
G Em
Tell 'em I'm not home
C D G
I'm finally holdin' my own
Am G C
'Til I run out of time
Am G C D
I'm gonna spend the rest of miiiiine
C
With one arm around my baby
G
And one arm around my boys
C
A heart that's still pretty crazy
D
And a head that hates the noise
C D
If the world comes knocking
G Em
Tell 'em I'm not home
C D G
I'm finally holdin' my own
G
And when my time on Earth is done
C G
I hope they write it on my stone
C D G
I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own
C D G
I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own