Scars and Stories"
(Verse 1)
I got a busted knuckle from a barroom fight,
Learned my lesson ‘bout tequila that night.
A burn on my arm from a backyard grill,
And a dent in my truck from Old Miller’s hill.
I’ve walked a line that’s crooked and bent,
But every mark’s a memory well spent.
(Pre-Chorus)
Life ain’t perfect, but I’m livin’ it loud,
With a heart that’s wild and a head kinda proud.
(Chorus)
Scars and stories, they make a man whole,
A little bit reckless, a lot of soul.
If the Good Lord’s watchin’, I hope He’ll grin,
And say, “Come on, son, you’re welcome in.”
With scars and stories, I'll stand at the gate,
Hoping Heaven’s got room for my crazy fate.
(Verse 2)
Broke my ankle chasin’ down a steer,
Got a tattoo I regret from my younger years.
A laugh line from lovin’ more than I lost,
A wallet full of lessons, each one at a cost.
I’ve been a sinner, I’ve been a saint,
But I’ll tell you, buddy, I sure ain’t faint.
(Pre-Chorus)
My life’s been messy, but I wouldn’t trade,
For the blood, the sweat, the joy, and the shade.
(Chorus)
Scars and stories, they make a man whole,
A little bit reckless, a lot of soul.
If the Good Lord’s watchin’, I hope He’ll grin,
And say, “Come on, son, you’re welcome in.”
With scars and stories, I'll stand at the gate,
Hoping Heaven’s got room for my crazy fate.
(Bridge)
Every cut, every bruise, tells a piece of my tale,
From the wildest rides to the times I failed.
But I loved hard, and I laughed more,
Lived my life like an open door.
(Chorus)
Scars and stories, they make a man whole,
A little bit reckless, a lot of soul.
If the Good Lord’s watchin’, I hope He’ll grin,
And say, “Come on, son, you’re welcome in.”
With scars and stories, I'll stand at the gate,
Hoping Heaven’s got room for my crazy fate.
(Outro)
So I’ll raise a glass to the life I’ve led,
To the laughs, the tears, and the things I’ve said.
With scars and stories, I’ll meet my fate,
And hope the Good Lord smiles at the gate.
