Throwback

Throwback

Verse 1:

I guess I’m a throwback

I like old trucks

Square bale hay stacks

And preachers that preach love

Yeah I like barber haircuts

And drugstore milkshakes

I guess I’m a throwback

Born a bit to late

Chorus:

I’m not sayin that it’s wrong

More like I just don’t belong

Or fit inside this picture frame

In this iPhone era

The music now just ain’t the same

The populations gone insane

Even small town life has changed

I guess I’m a throwback

Verse 2:

I guess I’m an old soul

I like grandpas

Fishing with cane poles

And old school dance halls

I’m a big fan of porch swings

And rain on a tin roof

Red flame sunsets

And someone to come home to

Chorus:

I’m not sayin that it’s wrong

More like I just don’t belong

Or fit inside this picture frame

In this iPhone era

The music now just ain’t the same

The populations gone insane

Even small town life has changed

I guess I’m a throwback

Solo

Chorus:

I’m not sayin that it’s wrong

It's more like I just don’t belong

Or fit inside this picture frame

In this iPhone era

The music now just ain’t the same

The populations gone insane

Even small town life has changed

I guess I’m a throwback

I guess I'm a throwback

Guess I'm a throwback

And I'm alright with that

Austin Moody/D. Vincent Williams