That tractor, Massey red paint Takes you couple more cranks these days, but it still hold up Yeah, it still holds up That 45, wax wailing song Everytime it comes on, it might have a little crack, a little vinyl But give it a little time and it will hit you down deep in the gut
It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine Like a cold, glass bottle coke And Mama cooking in the kitchen Man, it never gets old Like who I am, and where I'm from Damn right, sure enough, it still holds up
Like Papa still looking at my Mama Like he did back in '64 Even though he might be a little older Every vow that he told her
It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine Like a cold, glass bottle coke And Mama cooking in the kitchen Man, it never gets old Like who I am, and where I'm from Damn right, sure enough, it still holds up Yeah, it still holds up So I'm gonna keep on, holding that door Holding her tight, treating her right Gonna tell her that I love her, every day and night Cause what we got
It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit engine Like a cold, glass bottle coke Like a wolf swinging from a live oak It still holds up, still feels good Still purring like a kitten, like a Detroit Agent Like a code, glass bottle coke And Mama cooking in the kitchen Man, it never gets old Like who I am, and where I'm from Damn right, sure enough It's like who I am, and where I'm from It still holds up Yeah, it still holds upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
