The Old Stuff Lyrics

The Old Stuff

(Bryan Kennedy, Dan Roberts, Garth Brooks)
 Oh I said a little prayer tonight
 Before I came on stage
 As I came walkin' past the drivers and the locals on
the union wage
 I asked the dear Lord up in heaven
 Let me treat the music right
 Then I prayed that Detroit
 Goes wild tonight
 Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van
 Playin' music never sleepin' and workin' on a neon
tan
 We played The Barn down in Sanford Florida
 For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park
 We plugged it in up east at Bull Run and the place
went dark
 Back when the old stuff was new
 Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in
the crew
 It was one big party
 But the business called it payin' our dues
 Back when the old stuff was new
 Oh the stories we could tell
 If it weren't for the code of the road
 About The Buckboard, Bear Creek, Cowboys, and the
Grizzly Rose
 You know the weather turned bad in Scottsdale
 A tornado nearly stole the show
 We just danced in the rain and listened to the
thunder roll
 Back when the old stuff was new
 Hats off to the K.C. Opry and ellA GURU'S
 It was one big party
 Uncle Joe you know we owe it to you
 Back when the old stuff was new
 No rules young fools comin' from the old school
 Takin' on the world alone
 Next date can't wait tearin' up the interstate
 Every place we played was home
 Balls out no doubt this is what it's all about
 Beggin' for a place to play
 Swingin' with our old friends
 Prayin' that it never ends
 Wouldn't trade a single day
 Back when the old stuff was new
 Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in
the crew
 It was one big party
 But the paper's called it payin' our dues
 Back when the old stuff was new
 Hey it's still one big party
 You can call it whatever you choose
 You make me feel like the old stuff is new