Lyrics:

Seven pickers and all our gear in a rental van
Playin' music never sleepin' and workin' on a neon tan
We played The Barn down in Sanford Florida
For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park
We plugged it in up east at Bull Run and the place went dark.

Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew
It was one big party
But the business called it payin' our dues
Back when the old stuff was new.

Oh the stories we could tell
If it weren't for the code of the road
About The Buckboard, Bear Creek, Cowboys, and the Grizzly Rose
You know the weather turned bad in Scottsdale
A tornado nearly stole the show
We just danced in the rain and listened to the thunder roll.

Back when the old stuff was new
Hats off to the K.C. Opry and Ella Guru's
It was one big party
Uncle Joe you know we owe it to you
Back when the old stuff was new.

[ Fiddle - Steel ]
No rules young fools comin' from the old school
Takin' on the world alone
Next date can't wait tearin' up the interstate
Every place we played was home
Balls out no doubt this is what it's all about
Beggin' for a place to play
Swingin' with our old friends
Prayin' that it never ends
Wouldn't trade a single day.

Back when the old stuff was new
Back before the buses and the hard workin' boys in the crew
It was one big party
But the paper's called it payin' our dues
Back when the old stuff was new.

Hey it's still one big party
You can call it whatever you choose
You make me feel like the old stuff is new