Still Stickin’ Around

Well, Amarillo’s callin’, but I’m still holdin’ tight,

To the lessons I’ve learned from every hard fight.

Maturity don’t come with the cheers or the fame,

It’s the quiet moments where you shoulder the blame.

Like ridin’ through the night, holdin’ your ground,

It’s in the fallin’ down, and still stickin’ around.

Well, the years keep rollin’, but I’m still standin’ tall,

Learnin’ the art of risin’ after every fall.

Maturity don’t come from the bright city lights,

It’s found in the silence of those long, lonely nights.

Like weatherin’ a storm with both feet on the ground,

It’s in the breakin’ apart, and still stickin’ around.

Well, the prairie’s stretchin’, but I’m still ridin’ through,

Chasin’ sunsets with nothin’ left to prove.

Maturity don’t come with a saddle or reins,

It’s earned in the dust of the hard-fought gains.

Like a cowboy in the wind, never layin’ down,

It’s in the ridin’ alone, and still stickin’ around.