The Old Stuff

Oh I said a little prayer tonight

Before I came on stage

As I came walkin' past the drivers and the locals on the union wage

I asked the dear Lord up in heaven

Let me treat the music right

Then I prayed that Detroit

Goes wild tonight.

Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van

Playin' music never sleepin' and workin' on a neon tan

We played The Barn down in Sanford Florida

For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park

We plugged it in up east at Bull Run and the place went dark.

Back when the old stuff was new

Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew

It was one big party

But the business called it payin' our dues

Back when the old stuff was new.

Oh the stories we could tell

If it weren't for the code of the road

About The Buckboard, Bear Creek, Cowboys, and the Grizzly Rose

You know the weather turned bad in Scottsdale

A tornado nearly stole the show

We just danced in the rain and listened to the thunder roll.

Back when the old stuff was new

Hats off to the K.C. Opry and Ella Guru's

It was one big party

Uncle Joe you know we owe it to you

Back when the old stuff was new.

No rules young fools comin' from the old school

Takin' on the world alone

Next date can't wait tearin' up the interstate

Every place we played was home

Balls out no doubt this is what it's all about

Beggin' for a place to play

Swingin' with our old friends

Prayin' that it never ends

Wouldn't trade a single day.

Back when the old stuff was new

Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew

It was one big party

But the paper's called it payin' our dues

Back when the old stuff was new.

Hey it's still one big party

You can call it whatever you choose

You make me feel like the old stuff is new