Nothing's News (feat. Clint Black & Ward Davis)

I spent my lifetime wishin’ the waitress would come around

Tellin’ jokes, shootin’ pool on the other side of town

The whistle blows at five o’clock there’s only one place I’ll be found

Down at Ernie’s icehouse liftin’ longnecks to that good old country sound

And talkin’ ’bout the good old times

Braggin’ bout how it used to be

And I’ve worn out the same old lines

Now it seems nothing’s news to me

There’s nothin’ like a steel guitar cryin’ in the night

There’s nothin’ like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight

I’d finally find my way back home and you’d patch up my face

But that was another time and another place

Now we’re talkin’ ’bout the good old times

Braggin’ bout how it used to be

I’ve worn out the same old lines

Now it seems nothing’s news to me

I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am

And how the world ever got used to me

Talkin’ ’bout the good old times

Braggin’ bout how it used to be

But I’ve worn out the same old lines

Now it seems nothing’s news to me