Old Piano
I've seen the world change from what I know
Those honky-tonking twinkles after midnight
Used to raise your glass of whiskey from the piano
For the beauty of the things we know like old-school rock'n'roll
This piano it's older than my grandpa's soul
It plays much better than I thought before
It's lacquer is faded and it's getting kinda old
But it still sounds sweet to me
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
These emotions better carry me
Through a world of uncertainty
A broken stillness from a song
Last time I was blinded but this time my mind is realizing
When hammers hit the strings
This piano it's older than my grandpa's soul
It plays much better than I thought before
It's lacquer is faded and it's getting kinda old
But it still sounds sweet to me (hey)
This piano is older than my grandpa's soul (oh-oh, oh)
It plays much better than I thought before (oh-oh, oh)
It's lacquer is faded and it's getting kinda old (oh-oh, oh, oh)
And it still sounds sweet to me
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
This piano it's older than my grandpa's soul
It plays much better than I thought before
It's lacquer is faded and it's getting kinda old
And it still sounds sweet to me
This piano it's older than my grandpa's soul
It plays much better than I thought before
It's lacquer is faded and it's getting kinda old
And it still sounds sweet to me
This piano is older than my grandpa's soul (oh-oh, oh)
It plays much better than I thought before (oh-oh, oh)
It's lacquer is faded and it's getting kinda old (oh-oh, oh, oh)
And it still sounds sweet to me
And it still sounds sweet to me
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Writer/s: Jonathan Matte
