Lyric Nothing s News

I spent my lifetime wishin the waitress would come around
Tellin jokes and shootin 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 liftin longnecks to that good old country sound
And talkin bout the good old times
Braggin 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 nothin like a steel guitar cryin in the night
There s nothin 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
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And now we re talkin bout the good old times...
I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am
And how the world ever got used to me
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