Upchurch - The Old Days lyrics

I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets Nice tanned up legs swinging on a tailgate The old days, when fist fights were fine Throwing hands didn’t land you two months jail time The old days, when love was real And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still The old days, those days are gone So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah There’s a bridge on River road where I painted my name With a couple of buddies with John Deere spray paint We used to smoke on the green after the Sun hit the hay And made it home by nine or daddy’s temper would blaze In them high-school front doors, sh** we was straight out the back Sitting in a deer stand chewing Red Man up by the pack Them straight pipes on the five seven made us feel bada** Sitting in the senior parking lot cranking to Johnny Cash My grades, they wasn’t great, but my heart is nothing but gold Hospitality’s priceless, it ain’t ’bout trading the soul So before you judge my cover, won’t you dive in my soul And learn I’m from another life, I’m like 200 years old I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets Nice tanned up legs swinging on a tailgate The old days, when fist fights were fine Throwing hands didn’t land you two months jail time The old days, when love was real And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still The old days, those days are gone So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah When I show up to a show, everybody knows I’m f**ing there Walk by like I’m stuck in silence, let the folks with cameras stare I’m there to put my County on, with muddy water in my veins Countless nights on Indian Springs, praying I would catch my dream When pawpaw went to heaven, let me tell you, I was lost in life Almost got fronted them pounds to help keep on my families lights But then I walked to a church in the midst of the night Put some tears on the tulips and the creation was bright And I knew at that very moment the fight I’s about to pick involved Cowboy boots, guitars and not giving a sh** So let me write to the beat of my two clicking Tony Lama’s Live in a trailer with my family and two saved up dollars, Church I miss the old days, tall Chevrolets Nice tanned up legs swinging on a tailgate The old days, when fist fights were fine Throwing hands didn’t land you two months jail time The old days, when love was real And it burned in your soul like a moonshine still The old days, those days are gone So I cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah