Behind The Times

Leave me, where screen doors are always unlocked
Small-town shops are still mom and pops
Kids still play in a riverbank's sand
Leave me, where Hank plays on a needle
Dust clouds smell like burnin' diesel
And deals are shook on calloused hands

You can leave me behind the times tell tomorrow I ain't comin'
Leave me on the old-school side
Of a town still runnin' on backs that hurt roads of dirt
Money grows in rows and God is first
If I'm the last one left livin' this simple life
Go on and leave me behind the times

Leave me, with a Woodstock twelve-gauge pump
A square body fadin' under that sun
Some things just get better with age
Leave me, with peanuts in a glass bottle Coke
A couple of cold beers and some homegrown smoke
Y'all can go ahead and turn the page

You can leave me behind the times tell tomorrow I ain't comin'
Leave me on the old-school side
Of a town still runnin' on backs that hurt roads of dirt
Money grows in rows and God is first
If I'm the last one left livin' this simple life
Go on and leave me behind the times

Behind the times

Call me an old soul, call me same old same
I ain't ever been one to change

Leave me behind the times
Go on and leave me on the old-school side
Of a town still runnin' on backs that hurt roads of dirt
Money grows in rows and God is first
If I'm the last one left livin' this simple life
Go on and leave me behind the times

Go on and leave me behind the times