(*Lee Kernaghan; Lawrie Minson; Matt Scullion) I've got a souvenir on my leg* The time I stacked 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're gonna get burned Scars, talkin' 'bout stories Some are like medals, we wear with glory Scars, fading with time You've got yours and I've got mine Too much throttle and some gravel edges All I saw was dust And my whole life flashing before me I can still feel them stitchin' me up I wouldn't listen I had to learn You play with fire You're gonna get burned Scars, talkin' 'bout stories Some are like medals, we wear with glory Scars, fading with time You've got yours and I've got mine Then there's one that won't heal She cut me real, deep Scars, talkin' 'bout stories Some are like medals, we wear with glory Scars, fading with time You've got yours... Scars, talkin' 'bout stories Some are like medals, we wear with glory Scars, fading with time You've got yours and I've got mine