Old Fashioned - William Clark Green

Yeah I’m out here runnin' just as fast as I can

I got the whole world lookin' at me

They’re beggin' me to change everything I am

But it ain’t who I wanna be

Oh the interstate’s pumpin' just like a vein

Full of California license plates

And my heart is thumpin' goin insane

They turned Austin into LA

Them good ole boys are few and far between

They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee

Yeah my granddad’s spinnin' in his grave

And they’re all out there

I’m old fashioned

Yes sir and no sir, pardon me, ma’am

You don’t hear it much anymore

From the punk ass kids not giving a damn

Hangin' out at the corner store

They’re gonna beg steal and borrow

All the promise from tomorrow

It ain’t that hard to tell

And no one else knows because

They’re starin' at their phones

The whole world’s goin' to hell

Them good ole boys are few and far between

They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee

Yeah my granddad’s spinnin' in his grave

And they’re all out there

I’m old fashioned

I’m old fashioned

Them good ole boys are few and far between

They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee

Them good ole boys are few and far between

They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee

Yeah my grandad’s spinnin' in his grave

And they’re all out there

I’m old fashioned

I’m old fashioned

I’m old fashioned

I’m old fashioned