It was just a country boy working on his daddy's farmSometimes all night long he'd be playing his guitarHe always had dreams of being a country starBut his daddy told him so, you belong here on the farmHe wrote song after song, his father never knewThat night he'd lie there thinking how his dream could come trueHe said, we're nationalistsWe're nationalistsThe life that always lovedSlowly turned into a memoryDown the freeway as it runsThere's an unwritten rule that saysHold on to your dreamsDon't let them fade awayThey are ours to keepNo matter where you come fromNo matter who you areThere's a chance for everyone, just follow your heartThey made it to Nashville, got his own five-piece bandIt all was almost close to cause, that all happened so fastBut like any son who wants to figureLife on the road, life on the roadNot on his ownEverything he left behind kept calling him back homeThere's an old written rule that says, hold on to your dreamsDon't let them fade away, they're yours to keepNo matter where you come from, no matter who you areDon't let them fade away, they're yours to keepThere's a chance for everyone, just follow your heartAfter three years without the same home, he has no more time to loseHe stared at me and he met the gays and said, son I'm proud of youThere's an old written rule that says, hold on to your dreamsDon't let them fade away, they're yours to keepDon't let them fade away, they're yours to keepNo matter where you come from, no matter who you areThere's a chance for everyone, just follow your heartThere's a chance for everyone, just follow your heartThere's an old written rule that says, hold on to your dreams