Old Fashioned

Yeah, I'm out here running just as fast as I can

Got the whole world looking at me

They're begging me to change everything that I am

But it ain't who I wanna be

Oh, the interstate's pumping just like vein

Full of California license plates

And my heart is thumping, going insane

They turned Austin into LA

Them good old boys are few and far between

They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennessee

Yeah, my grandad's spinning in his grave and they're all laughing

I'm old fashioned

Yes, sir, and, no, sir, pardon me, ma'am

We don't hear it much anymore

From the punk ass kids not giving a damn

Hanging out at the corner store

They're gonna beg, steal, and borrow the promise for tomorrow

It ain't that hard to tell and no one else knows

And no one else knows 'cause they're staring at their phones

The whole world's going to hell

Them good old boys are few and far between

They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennessee

Yeah, my grandad's spinning in his grave and they're all laughing

I'm old fashioned

I'm old fashioned

Them good old boys are few and far between

They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennessee

Them good old boys are few and far between

They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennessee

Yeah, my grandad's spinning in his grave and they're all laughing

I'm old fashioned

I'm old fashioned

I'm old fashioned

I'm old fashioned