Old School

Old School


Yeah, He walks into a bar and he orders up a beer.
He’s got a green coat on – says nothin’ runs like a Deere.
He breaks all the rules and he don’t care ‘bout bein; cool
‘Cause he’s Old School.

He’s not the center of attention. He hangs out behind the scenes.
But he means what he says and he says what he means.
His voice is gruff but his heart is tender
Underneath his suspenders.
He’s Old School.

You can take him at his word.
He’s solid as a rock.
If the world wants to pass him by
He’ll be happy to stop.

He’s found the secret to contentment is not to want too much.
Yeah, He’s the king of the road in his old pickup truck.
He’s got no cell phone to call. He’s not on My Space or your space at all.
He’s Old School. He’s Old School.