A loose end and a hot day
What a match made up there I'd say
For pulling on your work jeans
And throwing a cigarette in the yard
We could always make like Spring-time
With new paint over old
'till the chains snaps clean off our machine
And they don't make them anymore
Surely a blessing you are
And I'll only spoil your fun
'gus see, me I'm an old soul
I don't think I belong
In your modern world
You could always see the good things
And I'd make do to make your heart sing
See the rust set in all over
As being only surface deep
Yet I'd give you racing handles
And strip your back for speed
Treat you kind and paint you clever
If you make it home with me
Surely a blessing you are
And I'll only spoil your fun
'gus see, me I'm an old soul
I don't think I belong
In your modern world
I'll remember you best in June
You took it oh so well
Changed clothes and your tune
Down at the dunes out by
California Sands
And you're red around the eyes now
But have it on the chin
You're looking bonnie with the wind
In them salt water curls
Surely a blessing you are
And I'll only spoil your fun
'gus see, me I'm an old soul
I don't think I belong
In your modern world
Me I'm an old soul
I don't think I belong
In your modern world
Modern world, in your
Modern world
Your modern world