Old Fashioned

yeah, I'm out here runnin' just as fast as I can I got the whole world lookin' at me Beggin' me to change, and 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 tunred Austin into LA Them good old 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 Yes sir, no sir, pardon me mam, you don't hear it much anymore From the punk-ass kids who don't give a damn Hanging out at the corner store They're gonna beg, steal and borrow all the promise from tommorw It ain't that hard to tell and no one else knows Because they're staring at their phones, the whole world's goin' to hell Them good old 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 Them good old boys are few and far between They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee Them good old boys are few and far between They're spread out from Houston to Teneessee Yeah, my grandad's spinnin' in his grave and they're all out there I'm old-fashioned I'm old-fashioned