Holding My Own chords by Eric Church

Capo on 8th fret

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