Nothing's New - The Hit Co.
I spent my lifetime wishing the waitress
Would come around
Telling jokes and shooting pool on the other side of town
When the whistle blows at five o'clock
There's only one place I'll be found
Down at Ernie's icehouse lifting longnecks to
That good old country sound
And talking 'bout the good old times
Bragging on how it used to be
But I've worn out the same old lines
And now it seems nothing's news to me
There's nothing like a steel guitar crying in the night
There's nothing like a sawdust floor and
A good old friendly fight
I'd finally find my way back home and
You'd patch up my face
But that was another time and another place
And now we're talking 'bout the good old times
I wonder how we use to be
But I wanna it seem to the wonder
Now it seems nothing little means to me
I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am
And how the world ever got used to me
Talking 'bout the good old times
But now have use to be
But I wanna it seem to the wonder
Now it seems nothing little means to me
