Upchurch, Justin Adams - The Old Days lyrics
[Upchurch, Justin Adams - The Old Days lyrics]
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you
Two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul
Like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of
The place I call home, oh yeah
There's a bridge on River Road
Where I painted my name
With a couple of buddies with
John Deere spray paint
We used to smoke on the green
After the sun hit the hay
And made it home by nine
Or daddy's temper would blaze
In them high-school front doors
Shit we was straight out the back
Sittin' in a deer stand chewin'
Redman up by the pack
Them straight pipes on the 57
Made us feel badass
Sittin' in the senior parkin' lot
Crankin' up Johnny Cash
My grades, they wasn't great
But my heart is nothin' but gold
Hospitality's priceless
It ain't 'bout tradin' a soul
So before you judge my cover
Won't you dive in my soul
And learn I'm from another life
I'm like 200 years old
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you
Two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul
Like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of
The place I call home, oh yeah
Oh yeah
When I show up to a show
Everybody knows I'm fuckin' there
Walk by like I'm stuck in silence
Let the folks with cameras stare
I'm there to put my county on
With muddy water in my veins
Countless nights on Indian Springs
Prayin' I would catch my dream
When Paw Paw went to heaven, let me tell you
I was lost in life
Almost got fronted them pounds to help
Keep on my families lights
But then I walked to a church
In the midst of the night
Put some tears on the tulips
And the creation was bright
And I knew at that very moment the
Fight I's about to pick involved
Cowboy boots, guitars and not givin' a shit
So let me write to the beat
Of my two clickin' Tony Lama's
Live in a trailer with my family
And a few saved up dollars church
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you
Two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul
Like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of
The place I call home, oh yeah
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you
Two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul
Like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of
The place I call home, oh yeah
There's a bridge on River Road
Where I painted my name
With a couple of buddies with
John Deere spray paint
We used to smoke on the green
After the sun hit the hay
And made it home by nine
Or daddy's temper would blaze
In them high-school front doors
Shit we was straight out the back
Sittin' in a deer stand chewin'
Redman up by the pack
Them straight pipes on the 57
Made us feel badass
Sittin' in the senior parkin' lot
Crankin' up Johnny Cash
My grades, they wasn't great
But my heart is nothin' but gold
Hospitality's priceless
It ain't 'bout tradin' a soul
So before you judge my cover
Won't you dive in my soul
And learn I'm from another life
I'm like 200 years old
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you
Two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul
Like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of
The place I call home, oh yeah
Oh yeah
When I show up to a show
Everybody knows I'm fuckin' there
Walk by like I'm stuck in silence
Let the folks with cameras stare
I'm there to put my county on
With muddy water in my veins
Countless nights on Indian Springs
Prayin' I would catch my dream
When Paw Paw went to heaven, let me tell you
I was lost in life
Almost got fronted them pounds to help
Keep on my families lights
But then I walked to a church
In the midst of the night
Put some tears on the tulips
And the creation was bright
And I knew at that very moment the
Fight I's about to pick involved
Cowboy boots, guitars and not givin' a shit
So let me write to the beat
Of my two clickin' Tony Lama's
Live in a trailer with my family
And a few saved up dollars church
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
The old days, when fist fights were fine
Throwin' hands didn't land you
Two months jail time
The old days, when love was real
And it burned in your soul
Like a moonshine still
The old days, those days are gone
So I cherish the memories of
The place I call home, oh yeah