Rascal Flatts - Holdin' On Lyrics
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Holdin' On
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What Are The Lyrics For Holdin' On By Rascal Flatts?
There's a Mountain Dew can with lipstick on it
Rollin' round his truck bed. He just leaves it back there, One of the things he has left of her When he drives into the late day sun You can see a set of footprints. He ain't going to clean that windshield, He'd rather just live with the hurt. He's holdin' on to the wheel To the way she made him feel. To the shifter, to the pictures. Every precious moment with her. Like the left behind colors in the sky When the sun is gone. He's holdin' on. Oh, he's holdin' on. There's that voice mail on his cell phone He don't dare erase. She ended with I love you, And he saves it just in case It might still be true. No he ain't through. He's holdin' on to the wheel To the way she made him feel. To the shifter, to the pictures. Every precious moment with her. Like the left behind colors in the sky When the sun is gone. He's holdin' on. To the past To the last time he held her The breath on his neck. The three words she said. Oh, oh, oh, He's holdin' on to the wheel To the way she made him feel. To the shifter, to the pictures. Every precious moment with her. He's holdin' on Yeah, he's holdin' on He's holdin' on He's holdin on |
Who Wrote Holdin' On By Rascal Flatts?
Neil Thrasher, Michael William Dulaney, Wendell Lee Mobley
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What's The Duration Of The Holdin' On By Rascal Flatts?The duration of Holdin' On is 4:26 minutes and seconds. |
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