Old Soul
Growing up my Momma told me son
You're an old soul
A 1950's boy with a heart full of gold
Holding open doors for woman, shaking strangers' hands
Saying my thank you's, and tucking in my pants
Never thought much about it until that day
When my feet started bouncing in that old Chevrolet
To the sound of Hank and Johny and that pure old country gold
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
Yeah
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
Well I went to the bar to hit the dance floor
Men were acting like fools just tryna get more
It got me thinking about the world and how it used to be
And how I treat my women all respectfully
I never thought much about it until that day
When my feet started bouncing in that old Chevrolet
To the sound of Willie and Waylon and that pure old country gold
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
Yeah
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
When you walk down the street no one says, hello
Everybody's stuck on their telephone
But not me no ma'am I work differently
I keep my head up and nod naturally
I never thought much about it until till that day
When my feet started bouncing in that old Chevrolet
To the sound of Hank and Johny and that pure old country gold
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
The sound of Willie and Waylon and that pure old country gold
Yeah
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
You're an old soul
A 1950's boy with a heart full of gold
Holding open doors for woman, shaking strangers' hands
Saying my thank you's, and tucking in my pants
Never thought much about it until that day
When my feet started bouncing in that old Chevrolet
To the sound of Hank and Johny and that pure old country gold
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
Yeah
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
Well I went to the bar to hit the dance floor
Men were acting like fools just tryna get more
It got me thinking about the world and how it used to be
And how I treat my women all respectfully
I never thought much about it until that day
When my feet started bouncing in that old Chevrolet
To the sound of Willie and Waylon and that pure old country gold
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
Yeah
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
When you walk down the street no one says, hello
Everybody's stuck on their telephone
But not me no ma'am I work differently
I keep my head up and nod naturally
I never thought much about it until till that day
When my feet started bouncing in that old Chevrolet
To the sound of Hank and Johny and that pure old country gold
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
The sound of Willie and Waylon and that pure old country gold
Yeah
That's what makes a man like me
An old soul
Credits
Writer(s): Ayden Thane
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