The Old Days (feat. Justin Adams)

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 9:00, 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' Red Man up by the pack Them straight pipes from the 5.7 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 papa went to Heaven, let me tell you, I was lost in life Almost got fronted them pounds to help keep on my family's light 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 Lamas 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