Old Souls

So y'all wanna know what it's like

Or how it is

Around my neck of the woods

Where there's dust on the tractor

A couple trucks in the pasture

Big bucks on the back wall

Boots on the front porch

A welcome mat on the floor

And a sign saying, "Howdy y'all"

I know that times sure change

But we damn sure ain't

We just some young folks

Living with old souls

We'll always load them hounds

You don't get tired of that sound

If you come from where we come from

Or got our kind of background

Daddy had us shooting them rifle rounds

When we could barely hold a gun up

Now we're passing them ol' traditions

Down to our daughters and our sons

You can say that we're crazy

For doing the things that we do for fun

But I could say the same thing to you

For the life that you live, for one

Ain't no way that you're going to catch me living

Where I can't pee off the front porch

Or hear them Turkeys in the Spring

While they fire off like a blowtorch

I'd rather be broke

In a tent camp on a dead end road

Living off Spam, wearing dirty clothes

That's how it goes

But I'm good with it

Living primitive is a good feeling to me

Problem free

I guess that's why I like to live

Where there's dust on the tractor

A couple trucks in the pasture

Big bucks on the back wall

Boots on the front porch

A welcome mat on the floor

And a sign saying, "Howdy y'all"

I know that times sure change

But we damn sure ain't

We just some young folks

Living with old souls

Nowadays we're out of place

Life's too fast pace

The older I get

The more I realize that we can't change

Bloodlines full of moonshine

We where red lining them custom cars

Trying to stay out from behind bars

Now they call it Nascar

We salute the flag and the military

I ain't the definition of a Christian

But I still think that man up there is watching over me

With a plan that only He knows

So before I go to sleep

I pray the Lord my soul to keep

And I know that I reap what I sew

So I hope the seeds that I've sewn are deeply rooted

And stand strong when they get full grown

We was born a few decades late

Everything we are, the world ain't

But still we remain where

Where there's dust on the tractor

A couple trucks in the pasture

Big bucks on the back wall

Boots on the front porch

A welcome mat on the floor

And a sign saying, "Howdy y'all"

I know that times sure change

But we damn sure ain't

We just some young folks

Living with old souls