broken in (acoustic)

Guitars, trucks, and cowboy boots, a few things better used When you can see what they've been through You know they're made to last There's nothing wrong with faded jeans A couple tears, fraying seams Baby, all that really means is that we all got a past I don't trust a horse that ain't been rode Or a truck that ain't been sold Hands and hearts that ain't got scars, they ain't worth holding Songs sound better on rusty strings Worn-in leather feels good to me Guess you could say that I like things Broken, broken in Whoo-hoo, broken in Say all that to tell the truth There's still some things that I like new Like the first time that I kissed you And the first smoke out of that pack From who we are to where we've been To swearing we won't love again Folks like us, the only way back in is through the cracks I don't trust a horse that ain't been rode Or a truck that ain't been sold Hands and hearts that ain't got scars, they ain't worth holding Songs sound better on rusty strings Worn-in leather feels good to me Guess you could say that I like things Broken, broken in Whoo-hoo, broken in Guitars, trucks, and cowboy boots, a few things better used When you can see what they've been through, kinda like me and you I don't trust a horse that ain't been rode Or a truck that ain't been sold Hands and hearts that ain't got scars, they ain't worth holding Songs sound better on rusty strings Worn-in leather feels good to me Guess you could say that I like things Broken, broken in Whoo-hoo, broken in Whoo-hoo, broken in Hm, broken in