Old country blues
By Brett Dan
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules,
There's nothing you can do.
Driving through the country I love,
She's the one I'm thinking of.
Mountain air, so crisp and clear.
Strangers waving hello and goodbye.
It's the story of my life.
A high tide floats all boats,
Lengthen your anchor rope.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
Taking time to look around,
It's the story of my life.
Never had time for a wife,
If I slow down,
The kids might catch up with me.
Future so far, past so close.
It's catching up with me.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue.
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
Open ground, see for years,
Towns that have no name,
Will never see me again.
That town was blown away,
Blew so hard It was lost to time.
Dust covered up all its crimes.
Lost to history.
Old country blues,
You all dance in foreign shoes.
This land does not belong to you.
Planes passing over head,
She knew what I was doing,
Before I was doing it.
She's the one I was thinking of.
Old country blues,
Don't listen to the news.
Everything old was once new.
Old country blues,
No one has a clue,
You're dancing by my rules.
There's nothing you can do.
