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Old Songs, Neon Boots

[Verse 1] Seen a boy in a ball cap rappin’ ‘bout his pickup truck Glitter jeans on a plywood stage singin’ like he’s lost his luck Got a loop and a light show crowd’s got their phones held high But I miss smoke on a hardwood floor and a fiddle that could make you cry [Chorus] Give me old songs, neon boots steel guitar bendin’ the truth Hard luck, heartache cheap beer and the gospel of Hank You can crank up your summer jam I’ll be where the jukebox hums If that’s country on the radio what in the world have we become? [Verse 2] There’s a girl in designer tears sellin’ heartbreak on a Friday night Every word from a focus group polished till it’s shiny bright But my granddad’s worn-out records still cut deeper than their shiny hooks You can’t fake gravel in your voice or the stories in those tattered books [Chorus] Give me old songs, neon boots steel guitar bendin’ the truth Hard luck, heartache cheap beer and the gospel of Hank You can crank up your summer jam I’ll be where the jukebox hums If that’s country on the radio what in the world have we become? [Bridge] Maybe there’s a kid in some small town pickin’ three chords in his room (oh yeah) Singin’ ‘bout his mama and the factory and the bills that are comin’ soon When he steps up to that microphone and sings it like it hurts to breathe That’s the day this old fool might turn back up the TV [Chorus] Give me old songs, neon boots steel guitar bendin’ the truth Hard luck, heartache cheap beer and the gospel of Hank You can crank up your summer jam I’ll be where the jukebox hums If that’s country on the radio I’ll stay here with where it’s from