Old School’s In

They say the bell rang. Class let out a long time ago. And the world ain't Ever going back to the way we know it. Well, call me crazy, But I wouldn't buy that lie even if they Paid me. I think we got a pretty damn good thing Going. Where time still crawls, The flag still flies. Mama still cooks and God won't die. Dogs still hunt, men man up. A little bit of red just runs in your Blood. Yes, sir. Yes, ma'am. Handshake deals. Rock still rules, keeping it real. Three chords and the truth ain't going nowhere. Yeah, old school's still in out here. Yeah, they can do their thing. For us, it's one of those mind our own Really don't care things. But don't go stepping on our steel toes. We don't need no change where the wild things Grow. Where time still crawls, The flag still flies. Mama still cooks and God won't die. Dogs still hunt, men man up. A little bit of red just runs in your Blood. Yes, sir. Yes, ma'am. Handshake deals. Rock still rules, keeping real. Three chords and the truth ain't going nowhere. And I said old school's still in out here. Yes, it is. We Still bank on rain. A calloused hand's still the measure of a man, And we still pray 'cause that's what Granddaddy did. Where time still crawls, the flag still flies. Mama still cooks and God won't die. Dogs still hunt, men man up. A little bit of red just runs in your Blood. Yes, sir. Yes, ma'am. Handshake deals. Rock still rules, keeping it real. And three chords and the truth ain't ever going Nowhere. Yeah. And I said old school's still in out Here. Yeah, old school's still in out Here. Yeah, yeah. Oh. Oh, yeah.