Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Guitar
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Acoustic Guitar
James Mitchell
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Piano
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Double Bass
Wyatt Beard
Wyatt Beard
Background Vocals
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Background Vocals
Melonie Cannon
Melonie Cannon
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Clark
Guy Clark
Songwriter
Rodney Crowell
Rodney Crowell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Additional Engineer
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Producer
Mark Rothbaum
Mark Rothbaum
Executive Producer
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Recording Engineer
Michael Walter
Michael Walter
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've got an old blue shirt and it suits me just fine
I like the way it feels so I wear it all the time
I've got an old guitar that won't ever stay in tune
But I like the way it sounds in a dark and empty room
I've got an old pair of boots that fit my feet just right
I can work all day, dance all night
I've got a new used car that runs just like a top
I got a feeling it ain't ever gonna stop
[Chorus]
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall
Stuff that's real, that stuff you feel
The stuff you always reach for when you fall
[Verse 2]
I've got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst
And he don't care if I'm a blessing or a curse
But he always shows up when the chips are down
That's the kind of stuff that I like to be around
[Chorus]
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall
Stuff that's real, that stuff you feel
It's the stuff you always reach for when you fall
[Verse 3]
There's a woman I love, she's crazy and she paints like God
She's got a playground sense of justice, and she don't give odds
I've got a tattoo with her name right through my soul
And I think everything she touches turns to gold
[Chorus]
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall
Stuff that's real, that stuff you feel
That stuff you always reach for when you fall
Written by: Guy Clark, Rodney Crowell
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