(Bonamassa/Hughes) Hold my head up high Now I see you, drying off your eyes Four seasons, temper all my pain And I have been sheltered... I accept the blame For the Tumblin' Dice I put my ego aside With fire and anger I've shadowboxed you all my life Bring it on yourself, bring it on me Wrapped up in a box because there is nothing left for free Gonna' dig a hole, gonna' fall in the dirt Gonna' redeem myself and rise upon the earth And I feel, like the time has come All I ever wanted, was to be an ordinary son Know the wounds run deep But I take solace, knowing that hill is not so steep Pale white cigarette, barn full of hay But I knew I should't have been there anyway Gone is the shadow that was cast over And I just want to live in tranquility And I believe that we will Overcome All the courageous And all the forgiveness Walk with me Walk with me So thank you for tending our survival 'Cause I know that I took that bread from our table