Simple Way We Lived Our Lives

[Intro – spoken, calm, nostalgic] Do you remember.......... Back when a song just told a story… We didn’t rush it - we just let it fuckin' ride [Verse 1] I remember that Chevy, ‘bout ten years old Bench seat torn, but it never got sold Daddy kept it running with a wrench and faith Said “son, we take care of what the good Lord gave” We’d drive past fields in the August sun AM radio barely comin’ in, but we had one Didn’t need much, just a tank of gas And a little bit of time that we made last Now I still ride roads like I did back then Same slow curve going round that bend Only difference now is the sound I bring Got a steady backbeat with that old country swing [Chorus] Got my worn-out boots but a fresh song in my heart Same old road but a brand-new start Steel guitar crying soft and low With a rhythm underneath you feel, but don’t show Yeah we ride, let the night roll on Like a worn-out tape of your favorite song Raise ‘em up for the days gone by And the simple way we used to live our lives [Verse 2] Friday nights down at Miller’s place Everybody there knew every face Couple folks dancing, kids running wild Old men laughing like they’re still a child Local band playing something strong and true An upbeat tune or maybe something blue But if you listen close underneath it all You could feel that rhythm like a Whippoorwill's call I didn’t plan it, just came out that way Started tapping my foot to a different sway Now it’s front porch songs with a subtle bend Where the old school lives and the new begins [Bridge] There ain’t no need to draw a line Between what’s yours and what is mine Music’s just a road we’re on Same old truth in a different song [Break] Mama said “don’t forget where you’re from” I said “I hear it in every drum” Every note, every word I say Still carries home in a quiet way [Final Chorus] Got my worn-out boots but a fresh song in my heart Same old road but a brand-new start Steel guitar crying soft and low With a rhythm underneath it you can feel, don’t show Yeah we ride, let the night roll on Like a worn-out tape of a favorite song Raise ‘em up for the days gone by And the simple way we used to live our lives [Outro – fade, spoken] Yeah...I remember.... Still sounds like home… Just got a little heartbeat under it now