| Yeah I’m out here runnin' just as fast as I can
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| I got the whole world lookin' at me
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| They’re beggin' me to change everything I am
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| But it ain’t who I wanna be
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| Oh the interstate’s pumpin' just like a vein
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| Full of California license plates
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| And my heart is thumpin' goin insane
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| They turned Austin into LA
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| Them good ole boys are few and far between
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| They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
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| Yeah my granddad’s spinnin' in his grave
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| And they’re all out there
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| I’m old fashioned
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| Yes sir and no sir, pardon me, ma’am
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| You don’t hear it much anymore
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| From the punk ass kids not giving a damn
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| Hangin' out at the corner store
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| They’re gonna beg steal and borrow
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| All the promise from tomorrow
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| It ain’t that hard to tell
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| And no one else knows because
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| They’re starin' at their phones
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| The whole world’s goin' to hell
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| Them good ole boys are few and far between
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| They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
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| Yeah my granddad’s spinnin' in his grave
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| And they’re all out there
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| I’m old fashioned
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| I’m old fashioned
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| Them good ole boys are few and far between |
| They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
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| Them good ole boys are few and far between
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| They’re spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
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| Yeah my grandad’s spinnin' in his grave
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| And they’re all out there
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| I’m old fashioned
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| I’m old fashioned
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| I’m old fashioned
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| I’m old fashioned |