Song | The Old Stuff |
Artist | Garth Brooks |
Album | Fresh Horses |
作词 : Brooks, Kennedy, Roberts | |
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 |
zuò cí : Brooks, Kennedy, Roberts | |
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 |