The Old Stuff

Oh I said a little prayer tonight before I came on stage
I came walking past the drivers and the locals on the union wage
I asked the good lord up in heaven, let me treat the music right
Then I prayed that Detroit goes wild tonight

Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van
Playing music, never sleeping and working on a neon tan
We played the barn down in Sanford, Florida
For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park
We plugged it in up east at Bull Run and the place went dark

Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard working boys in the crew
Well it was one big party but the business called it payin' our dues
Back when the old stuff was new

Oh the stories we could tell if it weren't for the code of the road
About the buckboard bear creek cowboys and the grizzly rose
You know the weather turned bad in Scottsdale
A tornado nearly stole the show
But we just danced in the rain and listened to the thunder roll

Back when the old stuff was new
Hats off to the KC, Opry and the Ella gurus
It was one big party, Uncle Joe you know we owe it to you
Back when the old stuff was new

No rules, young fools, comin' from the old school
Taking on the world alone
Next date, can't wait, tearing up the interstate
Every place we played was home
Balls out, no doubt this is what it's all about
Beggin' for a place to play
Swingin' with our low friends, prayin' that it never ends
Wouldn't trade a single day

Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew
It was one big party, but the papers called it payin' our dues
Back when the old stuff was new

Hey it's still one big party
You can call it whatever you choose
You make me feel like the old stuff is new