Old Songs, Neon Boots

Описание: [Verse 1]
Seen a boy in a ball cap
rappin’ ‘bout his pickup truck
Glitter jeans on a plywood stage
singin’ like he’s lost his luck
Got a loop and a light show
crowd’s got their phones held high
But I miss smoke on a hardwood floor
and a fiddle that could make you cry

[Chorus]
Give me old songs, neon boots
steel guitar bendin’ the truth
Hard luck, heartache
cheap beer and the gospel of Hank
You can crank up your summer jam
I’ll be where the jukebox hums
If that’s country on the radio
what in the world have we become?

[Verse 2]
There’s a girl in designer tears
sellin’ heartbreak on a Friday night
Every word from a focus group
polished till it’s shiny bright
But my granddad’s worn-out records
still cut deeper than their shiny hooks
You can’t fake gravel in your voice
or the stories in those tattered books

[Chorus]
Give me old songs, neon boots
steel guitar bendin’ the truth
Hard luck, heartache
cheap beer and the gospel of Hank
You can crank up your summer jam
I’ll be where the jukebox hums
If that’s country on the radio
what in the world have we become?

[Bridge]
Maybe there’s a kid in some small town
pickin’ three chords in his room (oh yeah)
Singin’ ‘bout his mama and the factory
and the bills that are comin’ soon
When he steps up to that microphone
and sings it like it hurts to breathe
That’s the day this old fool
might turn back up the TV

[Chorus]
Give me old songs, neon boots
steel guitar bendin’ the truth
Hard luck, heartache
cheap beer and the gospel of Hank
You can crank up your summer jam
I’ll be where the jukebox hums
If that’s country on the radio
I’ll stay here with where it’s from