Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Souls, artist - Charlie Farley. Date of issue: 11.03.2021
Song language: English
Old Souls |
| Well there’s dust on the tractor, a couple trucks in the pasture |
| Big bucks on the back wall |
| Boots on the front porch, a welcome mat on the floor and a sign saying howdy |
| ya’ll |
| I know that times sure change but we damn sure ain’t |
| We just some young folks living with old souls |
| We’ll always load them hounds, you don’t get tired of that sound |
| If you come from where we come from or got our kind of background |
| Daddy had us shooting them rifle rounds when we could barely hold a gun up |
| Now we’re passing them ol traditions down to our Daughters and our Sons |
| You can say that we’re crazy for doing the things that we do for fun |
| But I could say the same thing to you for the life that you live, for one |
| Ain’t no way that you’re going to catch me living where I can’t pee off the |
| front porch |
| Or hear them Turkeys in the Spring while they fire off like a blowtorch |
| I’d rather be broke, in a tent camp on a dead end road |
| Living off spam wearing dirty clothes |
| That’s how it goes but I’m good with it, living primitive is a good feeling to |
| me |
| Problem free, I guess that’s why I like to live |
| Where there’s dust on the tractor, a couple trucks in the pasture |
| Big bucks on the back wall |
| Boots on the front porch, a welcome mat on the floor and a sign saying howdy |
| ya’ll |
| I know that times sure change but we damn sure ain’t |
| We just some young folks living with old souls |
| Nowadays we’re out of place, life’s to fast pace |
| The older I get the more I realize that we can’t change |
| Bloodlines full of moonshine we where red lining them custom cars |
| Trying to stay out from behind bars, now they call it Nascar |
| We salute the flag and the military |
| I ain’t the definition of a Christian but I still think that man up there is |
| watching over me |
| With a plan that only he knows so before I go to sleep I pray the Lord my soul |
| to keep |
| And I know that I reap what I sew so I hope the seeds that I’ve sewn are deeply |
| rooted |
| And stand strong when they get full grown |
| We was born a few decades late, everything we are the world ain’t |
| But still we remain where |
| Where there’s dust on the tractor, a couple trucks in the pasture |
| Big bucks on the back wall |
| Boots on the front porch, a welcome mat on the floor and a sign saying howdy |
| ya’ll |
| I know that times sure change but we damn sure ain’t |
| We just some young folks living with old souls |