Old School

Hand me down Ostrich boots, dark watch Levi's
 RayBan wayfarers on bloodshot eyes
 I dress like my daddy did, circa 1982
 I make old school look brand new
 Raised on George Strait, Alan Jackson, and Pat Green
 I learned how to pick from a VHS
 Mama taught me how to sing
 I sit out on the front porch
 The crickets and coyotes sang harmony
 We make old school sound brand new
 It's tried and true, it ain't leaving soon or going out of style
 So march around in your cowboy boots, swagger and a smile
 Some call it classic, even old-fashioned
 And others call it cool
 I call it old school
 Well, how 'bout you?
 How 'bout you?
 Mama and Pop's love's still running like that '82 Chevrolet
 The same one that they brought brand new on their wedding day
 They still drive 'round town with the windows down
 'Cause they're more in love than the day they said "I do"
 It's true
 'Cause they make old school feel brand new
 It's tried and true, it ain't leaving soon or going out of style
 So dance around in your old pearl snaps, swagger, and a smile
 Some call it classic, even old-fashioned
 And others call it cool
 I call it old school
 Well, how 'bout you?
 I call it old school
 Well, how 'bout you?
 Woo-ooo