William Clark Green - Old Fashioned Lyrics

yeah, I'm out here runnin' just as fast as I can
I got the whole world lookin' at me
Beggin' me to change, and I am
But it ain't who I wanna be
Oh, the interstate's pumpin'
Just like a vein full of California license plates
And my heart is thumpin', goin insane
They tunred Austin into LA
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
Yeah, my grandad's spinnin' in his grave and they're all out there
I'm old-fashioned
Yes sir, no sir, pardon me mam, you don't hear it much anymore
From the punk-ass kids who don't give a damn
Hanging out at the corner store
They're gonna beg, steal and borrow all the promise from tommorw
It ain't that hard to tell and no one else knows
Because they're staring at their phones, the whole world's goin' to hell
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
Yeah, my grandad's spinnin' in his grave and they're all out there
I'm old-fashioned
I'm old-fashioned
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out from Houston to Teneessee
Yeah, my grandad's spinnin' in his grave and they're all out there
I'm old-fashioned
I'm old-fashioned

yeah, I'm out here runnin' just as fast as I can
I got the whole world lookin' at me
Beggin' me to change, and I am
But it ain't who I wanna be
Oh, the interstate's pumpin'
Just like a vein full of California license plates
And my heart is thumpin', goin insane
They tunred Austin into LA
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
Yeah, my grandad's spinnin' in his grave and they're all out there
I'm old-fashioned
Yes sir, no sir, pardon me mam, you don't hear it much anymore
From the punk-ass kids who don't give a damn
Hanging out at the corner store
They're gonna beg, steal and borrow all the promise from tommorw
It ain't that hard to tell and no one else knows
Because they're staring at their phones, the whole world's goin' to hell
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
Yeah, my grandad's spinnin' in his grave and they're all out there
I'm old-fashioned
I'm old-fashioned
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee
Them good old boys are few and far between
They're spread out from Houston to Teneessee
Yeah, my grandad's spinnin' in his grave and they're all out there
I'm old-fashioned
I'm old-fashioned