I've been called a hell-raiser
A honky-tonk trailblazer
A rebel soul for damn near all my life
And when they tried to change me
I never let it phase me
I kept my nose to the grindstone in the barrooms every night
I played the old songs
A few of mine
I did it my way, it worked every time
Don't let no one tell you how to feel
Keep leanin' on what you know is real
If you sing a lie, they're gonna see right through
They'll say they have a crystal ball
But trust me, they don't know it all
There ain't no substitution for the truth
Don't ever let them turn your head around
Just stand your ground
A friend of mine once told me
"Hoss, they've bought and sold me"
"I think I may have learned a thing or two"
But you just keep on pickin'
'Cause them suits don't buy your tickets
It's the everyday blue-collar folks that do
I play the old songs
Some of mine
Still do it my way, it works every time
So don't let no one tell you how to feel
Keep leanin' on what you know is real
If you sing a lie, they're gonna see right through
They'll say they have a crystal ball
Trust me, they don't know it all
There ain't no substitution for the truth
Don't ever let them turn your head around
Just stand your ground
Yeah, don't let no one tell you how to feel
Keep leanin' on what you know is real
If you sing a lie, they're gonna see right through
They'll say they have a crystal ball
But trust me, they don't know it all
There ain't no substitution for the truth
Don't ever let them turn your head around
Just stand your ground
Just stand your ground
Just stand your ground, yeah-yeah
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