Lyrics

I got an old blue shirt and it suits me just fine I like the way it feels so I wear it all the time I got an old guitar, won't ever stay in tune I like the way it sounds in a dark and empty room I got an old pair of boots and they fit just right Well I can work all day and I can dance all night I got an old used car and it runs just like a top I get the feelin' it ain't ever gonna stop Stuff that works, stuff that holds up The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall I got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse But he always shows up when chips are down That's the kind of stuff I like to be around Stuff that works, stuff that holds up The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall I got a woman I love, she's crazy, paints like God She's got a playground sense of justice, she won't take odds I got a tattoo with her name right through my soul I think everything she touches turns to gold Stuff that works, stuff that holds up The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall Stuff that works, stuff that holds up The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall
Writer(s): Rodney Crowell, Guy Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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