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