| Song | Scars (With Dierks Bentley) |
| Artist | Lee Kernaghan |
| Album | Planet Country (Deluxe Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |