(Ft. Dierks Bentley)
 
 I got a souvenir on my leg
 The time I stack my bike
 A piece of history on my lip
 The day I learned how to fight
 I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn
 You play with fire, you gonna get burnt
 
 Scars talking about stories
 Some are like medals
 We wear with glory
 Scars, fading with time
 You got yours I got mine
 
 Too much trouble and some grumble
 All I saw was dust
 And my whole life flashing before me
 I can still feel ‘em stitching me up
 I wouldn’t listen, I had to learn
 You play with fire, you gonna get burnt
 
 Scars talking about stories
 Some are like medals
 We wear with glory
 Scars, fading with time
 You got yours I got mine
 
 Then there’s one it won’t heal
 She cut me real
 
 Scars talking about stories
 Some are like medals
 We wear with glory
 Scars, fading with time
 You got yours I got mine