Rusty Strings
Since I heard my song on the radio
Seems my old boots, they don't fit no more
Turned my life into a puppet show
Since I heard my song on the radio
All these girls, never knew my name
Until they saw me on their TV screen
Now they're linin' up for all my shows
Since they heard my song on the radio
Well, all these suits, tryna hunt me down, won't change me no more
I'll be six feet down in a ghost town before I take your call
I play old guitars, drive slow cars, I won't change a thing
I learned how to work hard young, and I still got them old rusty strings
Born in a small town, I've been let down
By men like you in a two-piece suit with a mop crown
I've seen checkbooks, I've seen 'em come and go
Since I heard my song on the radio
Well, all these suits, tryna hunt me down, won't change me no more
I'll be six feet down in a ghost town before I take your call
I play old guitars, drive slow cars, I won't change a thing
I learned how to work hard young, and I still got them old rusty strings
I can't lie to you, feels damn good
I'm gonna soak it up, like I should
Well, all these suits, tryna hunt me down, won't change me no more
I'll be six feet down in a ghost town
I play old guitars, drive slow cars, I won't change a thing
I learned how to work hard young, and I still got
I learned how to work hard, young, and I still got them old rusty strings
Them old rusty strings, them old rusty strings
Seems my old boots, they don't fit no more
Turned my life into a puppet show
Since I heard my song on the radio
All these girls, never knew my name
Until they saw me on their TV screen
Now they're linin' up for all my shows
Since they heard my song on the radio
Well, all these suits, tryna hunt me down, won't change me no more
I'll be six feet down in a ghost town before I take your call
I play old guitars, drive slow cars, I won't change a thing
I learned how to work hard young, and I still got them old rusty strings
Born in a small town, I've been let down
By men like you in a two-piece suit with a mop crown
I've seen checkbooks, I've seen 'em come and go
Since I heard my song on the radio
Well, all these suits, tryna hunt me down, won't change me no more
I'll be six feet down in a ghost town before I take your call
I play old guitars, drive slow cars, I won't change a thing
I learned how to work hard young, and I still got them old rusty strings
I can't lie to you, feels damn good
I'm gonna soak it up, like I should
Well, all these suits, tryna hunt me down, won't change me no more
I'll be six feet down in a ghost town
I play old guitars, drive slow cars, I won't change a thing
I learned how to work hard young, and I still got
I learned how to work hard, young, and I still got them old rusty strings
Them old rusty strings, them old rusty strings
Credits
Writer(s): Brad Cox, Jackson Besley
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