Well I said a little prayer tonight 'fore I came on stage As I came walkin' past the drivers and the locals on the union wage I asked the good Lord up in Heaven Let me treat the music right And then I prayed that Detroit goes wild tonight
Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van Playin' music, never sleepin', and a-workin' on the neon tan We played the barn down in Sanford, Florida For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park We plugged it in out east at Bull Run and the place went dark
Back when the old stuff was new Back before the busses and the hard workin' boys in the crew Well it was one big party but the papers called it payin' our dues Back when the old stuff was new
Oh the stories we could tell if it weren't for the code of the road About the Buckboard, Bear Creek, Cowboys, and the Grizzly Rose You know the weather turned bad in Scottsdale A tornado nearly stole the show But we just danced in the rain and listened to the thunder roll
Back when the old stuff was new Hats off to the KC Opry and Ella Guru's Well it was one big party Uncle Joe, you know we owe it to you Back when the old stuff was new
No rules, young fools comin' from the old school Takin' on the world alone Next date, can't wait, tearin' up the interstate Every place we played was home Balls out, no doubt, this is what's it's all about Beggin' for a place to play Swingin' with our low friends, prayin' that it never ends Wouldn't trade a single day
Back when the old stuff was new Back before the busses and the hard workin' boys in the crew It was one big party but the papers called it payin' our dues Back when the old stuff was new
Hey it's still one big party, you can call it whatever you choose You make me feel like the old stuff is newTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
