Nothing’s News

I spent my lifetime wishin' the waitress would come around
Tellin' jokes, shootin' pool on the other side of town
The whistle blows at five o'clock there's only one place I'll be found
Down at Ernie's icehouse liftin' longnecks
To that good old country sound

And talkin' 'bout the good old times
Braggin' bout how it used to be
And I've worn out the same old lines
Now it seems nothing's news to me

There's nothin' like a steel guitar cryin' in the night
There's nothin' like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight
I'd finally find my way back home and you'd patch up my face
But that was another time and another place

Now we're talkin' 'bout the good old times
Braggin' bout how it used to be
I've worn out the same old lines
Now it seems nothing's news to me

I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am
And how the world ever got used to me

Talkin' 'bout the good old times
Braggin' bout how it used to be
But I've worn out the same old lines
Now it seems nothing's news to me