The Old Days

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[Chorus]

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I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
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Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
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The old days, when fist fights were fine
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Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time
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The old days, when love was real
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And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still
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The old days, those days are gone
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So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah

[Verse]

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There's a bridge on River Road where I painted my name
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With a couple of buddies with John Deere spray paint
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We used to smoke on the green after the sun hit the hay
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And made it home by nine or daddy's temper would blaze
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In them high-school front doors, shit we was straight out the back
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Sittin' in a deer stand chewin' Redman up by the pack
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Them straight pipes on the 5.7 made us feel badass
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Sittin' in the senior parkin' lot crankin' up Johnny Cash
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My grades, they wasn't great, but my heart is nothin' but gold
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Hospitality's priceless, it ain't 'bout tradin' a soul
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So before you judge my cover, won't you dive in my soul
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And learn I'm from another life, I'm like 200 years old

[Chorus]

Dm         F              G
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
     Dm                      Dm
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
F                  Gm
The old days, when fist fights were fine
         Dm                        Dm
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time
F                  G
The old days, when love was real
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And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still
F             G
The old days, those days are gone
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So I cherish the memories of the place I call hoooooome, oh yeah
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Oooooh yeeeeeeah

[Verse 2]

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When I show up to a show, everybody knows I'm fuckin' there
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Walk by like I'm stuck in silence, let the folks with cameras stare
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I'm there to put my county on, with muddy water in my veins
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Countless nights on Indian Springs, prayin' I would catch my dream
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When Paw Paw went to heaven, let me tell you, I was lost in life
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Almost got fronted them pounds to help keep on my families lights
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But then I walked to a church in the midst of the night
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Put some tears on the tulips and the creation was bright
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And I knew at that very moment the fight I's about to pick involved
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Cowboy boots, guitars and not givin' a shit
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So let me write to the beat of my two clickin' Tony Lama's
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Live in a trailer with my family and a few saved up dollars
N.C.
Church

[Chorus]

F                         G
I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets
     Dm                      Dm
Nice tanned up legs swingin' on a tailgate
    F                   Gm
The old days, when fist fights were fine
         Dm                        Dm
Throwin' hands didn't land you two months jail time
    F              G
The old days, when love was real
       Dm
And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still
    F               Gm
The old days, those days are gone
     Dm                                       F      G      Dm
So I cherish the memories of the place I call hoooooome, oh yeah