Old School

Hand me down Ostrich boots, dark watch Levi's RayBan wayfarers on bloodshot eyes I dress like my daddy did, circa 1982 I make old school look brand new Raised on George Strait, Alan Jackson, and Pat Green I learned how to pick from a VHS Mama taught me how to sing I sit out on the front porch The crickets and coyotes sang harmony We make old school sound brand new It's tried and true, it ain't leaving soon or going out of style So march around in your cowboy boots, swagger and a smile Some call it classic, even old-fashioned And others call it cool I call it old school Well, how 'bout you? How 'bout you? Mama and Pop's love's still running like that '82 Chevrolet The same one that they brought brand new on their wedding day They still drive 'round town with the windows down 'Cause they're more in love than the day they said "I do" It's true 'Cause they make old school feel brand new It's tried and true, it ain't leaving soon or going out of style So dance around in your old pearl snaps, swagger, and a smile Some call it classic, even old-fashioned And others call it cool I call it old school Well, how 'bout you? I call it old school Well, how 'bout you? Woo-ooo