Lyrics:

Got an old blue shirt and it suits me just fine
I like the way it feels so I wear it all the time
Got an old guitar won't ever stay in tune
I like the way it sounds in a dark and empty room

Got an old pair of boots and they fit just right
I can work all day and I can dance ll night
Got an old used car that runs just like a top
I get the feeling it ain't never gonna stop

Stuff that works
Stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall
Stuff you feel
Stuff that's real
The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall

Got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst
He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse
But he always shows up when the chips are down
That's the kind of stuff I like to be around

Stuff that works
Stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall
Stuff you real
Stuff that's feel
The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall

Got a woman I love she's crazy and paints like God
She's got a big round sense of justice she won't take arms
I've got a tattoo of her name right through me soul
I think everything she touches turns to gold

Stuff that works
Stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall
Stuff you real
Stuff that's feel
The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall