Elvis Nash <[email protected]> 9:12 AM (8 hours ago) to me Verse 1 She walked in wearin’ cutoff jeans Too young to know what lonely means Iukebox hummin’, neon buzz She smiled like trouble always does I told myself, “Boy, don’t you start” But whiskey don’t listen to the heart She danced like smoke through this old lobby Said, “Older men are just hobbies” Chorus And younger women are just hobbies too Temporary flames that burn right through One more barstool love song gone wrong One more midnight ride before the dawn We call it freedom, call it livin’ wild But it’s lonely when the laughter dies Yeah, we’re all somebody’s almost probably Young girls and old cowboys — just hobbies Verse 2 She liked my scars and silver hair Ssaid I smelled like Marlboro and despair I liked her boots, her reckless grin Both knew this thing was sink-or-swim She talked about Austin, Nashville nights I talked about prison fights Neither one was lookin’ for forever Just tryin’ to outrun the weather Chorus And younger women are just hobbies too Temporary flames that burn right through One more backroad kiss in a Chevrolet One more promise we won’t keep anyway We call it freedom, call it bein’ free But freedom ain’t what it used to be Yeah, hearts get broke so casually Young girls and old cowboys — just hobbies Bridge When the lights came on at closin’ time She laughed and said, “You’ll cross my mind” Then disappeared into the Tennessee rain Like every good thing does the same Final Chorus And younger women are just hobbies too Ain’t nobody here lookin’ for the truth Just strangers leanin’ on lonely nights Tryin’ to make wrong feel right But somewhere out beyond these bars There’s still real love for broken hearts Till then we spin these sad philosophies Young girls and old cowboys — just hobbies
