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
Not so much a sound now as a sensibility; a stance in the storms and the fine fair days of life; a barbaric yawp; built on the bedrock of the land.
“I was just sitting in my truck looking over at the passenger seat where my dad sat almost 20 years ago when we drove from Phoenix to Nashville at the beginning of this honky-tonk dream. He would love that a song inspired by that road trip made it to the top of the country charts. I’ve said from the beginning, if you want to know who I am in three minutes and thirty seconds, play this song.”
“Hey, the clouds are moving in time with the song.”
“Well, it’s a good song.”