Old School
I remember a young Johnny Cash waiting in the wings
'Cause he’d hand me his cigarette when he’d go out to sing
And the good old Marshall Chucker Band back in eighty-three
Was a special night, they asked me come on out, play Can’t You See
Darlene was a teenage girl when I first met her, wow
Jeremy played rock 'n roll at my house and I’m proud
I’m from the old school
But I made up my own rules
But I learned a thing or two from some pretty good teachers
My education has served me well
One look at me and you can tell my music’s true
The class reunion of the blues
I’m from the old school
Well things were kinda rough at times
I had to find my way
Not exactly an overnight sensation like some are today
Hey I’m a dinosaur, that’s for sure
But here’s what I gotta say
To anyone that questions my credentials, hi I'm Hank
And I'm from the old school
But I made up some new rules
And you might learn a thing or two if you hang around
I’ll teach you to write and play and sing 'em
Take these guitars out and string 'em
It will make your music true
A class reunion of the blues
I’m from the old school
And after all the songs I sang
Let's stop and have a drink from my old bar stool
Hey everybody, here's to the old school
