When I could sit on the seat and my feet could touch the ground I’d grip the bars, pedal hard, and fall down Rubber and spokes on a gravel road is how I learned to ride Training wheels were only for boys afraid to fly And it was worth the stitches
From riding a bike, to Friday nights, running hot and wild Growing up, pressing luck, a wide-eyed rebel child When I fell for a southern belle who was going through hell one night I broke the rest of the drunken fist that made those green eyes cry It was worth the stitches It was worth the stitches
We all bleed memories, we’re all marking time And when you lose, get cut and bruised, it’s the story of our lives Sowing seeds, legacies, of what we leave behind You had to kill me before I let you take my life It’s worth the stitches It’s all worth the stitches
So I didn’t flinch or give an inch as I laid there in the dirt With every breath, I was daring death to have the last word With a soldier’s heart, I did my part, what I signed up to do Fighting for the green-eyed girl in the red, white, and blue
We all bleed memories, we’re all marking time And when you lose, get cut and bruised, it’s the story of our lives Sowing seeds, legacies, of what we leave behind You had to kill me before I let you take my life Whoa, it’s worth the stitches, yeah It’s all worth the stitches Worth the stitches