The Old Stuff

[Intro]

Whoa I said a little prayer tonight, 'fore I came on stage

As I came walking past the drivers and the locals on the union wage

I asked the dear Lord up in heaven, let me treat the music right

Then I prayed that Detroit, goes wild tonight

[Verse 1]

Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van

Playin' music, never sleepin', and workin' on a neon tan

We played The Barn down in Sanford, Florida, for Bev Roberts out in Camden Park

We plugged it in up east at Bull Run and the place went dark

[Chorus]

Back when the old stuff was new

Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew

Well, it was one big party, but the papers called it payin' our dues

Back when the old stuff was new

[Verse 2]

Oh, the stories we could tell if it weren't for the code of the road

About The Buckboard, Bear Creek, Cowboys, and the Grizzly Rose

You know the weather turned bad in Scottsdale, a tornado nearly stole the show

But we just danced in the rain and listened to the thunder roll

[Chorus]

Back when the old stuff was new

Hats off to the K.C. Opry and Ella Guru

It was one big party, Uncle Joe, you know we owe it to you

Back when the old stuff was new

[Verse 3]

No rules, young fools, comin' from the old school, takin' on the world alone

Next date, can't wait, tearin' up the interstate, every place we played was home

Balls out, no doubt, this is what it's all about, beggin' for a place to play

Swingin' with our low friends, prayin' that it never ends, wouldn't trade a single day

[Chorus]

Back when the old stuff was new

Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew

It was one big party, but the papers called it payin' our dues

Back when the old stuff was new

[Outro]

Hey it's still one big party, you can call it whatever you choose

You make me feel like the old stuff is new