My Church Ringtones

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, 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 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 holdin' 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, grab a six-string Play what's still turnin' me on Like that tight old-time rock and 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 noise If the world comes knocking And wonder where I've gone Tell 'em I'm holdin' 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 just got sick of 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 holdin' my own I lived, loved, and died holdin' my own

I got a nice sized collection I'll admit it Yea the night I showed it to her I'll never forget it One shot of Whiskey River and she was gone, long gone She couldn't leave my Willie alone I played her everything from Material Girl All of my Skynyrd and Merle The Beatles and the Rolling Stones Yea tried like hell to hook her on the Man in Black She wasn't havin any of that And she kept goin back To the only thing that turned her on She wouldn't leave my Willie alone Well the honeymoon sure did wear off fast We went from huggy, kissy, to fightin like dogs and cats Well bad got worse when she went to cleanin out my home, sweet home And she wouldn't leave my Willie alone I tried to give her everything from Material Girl All of my Skynyrd and Merle The Beatles and the Rolling Stones Yea tried like hell to hook her on the Man in Black She wasn't havin any of that And she keeps comin back To the o-o-only thing that turns her on She won't leave my Willie alone Yea I'm afraid it's been this way my whole life long They won't leave my Willie alone No they won't