[Intro] Pull that screen door slow Boot heels know where to go [Verse 1] You got a map folded up in the glovebox Two old coolers and a toolbox Granddad’s knife on the passenger side Still cuts clean though the handle’s dried Porch swing creaks like it knows my name Red dirt stuck to the truck all day I don’t need a crown or a polished floor Just a little more time by the hardware store [Pre-Chorus] Raise one up for the years we wore For the hands that built what came before [Chorus] Country for old men, country for old men Boots on the boards, let the good times roll in Country for old men, say it again We ain’t done yet, we’re just seasoned Country for old men, country for old men Dust on the brim and a heart full of wind Country for old men, sing it again Still got miles left under these worn-out soles [Verse 2] There’s a coffee ring beside the morning news A cast-iron pan with a blackened fuse She says, “Don’t track mud through the kitchen floor” I say, “Baby, I’ve done that since ’84” Old friends gather where the fence leans low Argue over fishing spots they’ll never show One tells a story that grows each year We laugh so hard that the coyotes hear [Pre-Chorus] Raise one up for the roads we drove For the ones we lost and the seeds we sowed [Chorus] Country for old men, country for old men Boots on the boards, let the good times roll in Country for old men, say it again We ain’t done yet, we’re just seasoned Country for old men, country for old men Dust on the brim and a heart full of wind Country for old men, sing it again Still got miles left under these worn-out soles [Bridge] No silver medal, no grand parade Just names carved deep in the plans we made If the young ones ask what keeps us strong Tell ’em show up early and stay all day long [Final Chorus] Country for old men, country for old men Hands still steady when the work rolls in Country for old men, say it again Ain’t looking back, we’re still seasoned Country for old men, country for old men Turn that porch light on and let the night begin Country for old men, sing it again Still got miles left under these worn-out soles [Outro] Pull that screen door slow Boot heels know where to go Country for old men
