Intro: Verse I ain't rich and I ain't famous But there's folks out there that come to see the band At times it seems Nashville won't claim us So we just keep on trucking in a beat up van They call me a throw back another old hat act I guess I'm just old school I love making music you can dance to I may not sound like the latest trend Never been on a TV show, I got some buddies out in radio That spin my records every now and then So call me a dreaming fool, but wouldn't it be so cool If we made old school new again Instrumental: Verse I know times they change, so I ain't saying We need to go back to nudie suits, rhinestones and fringe I just wanna be proud of what I'm playing And sing a little lefty now and then Just hope there's a juke box that still has an empty slot Lord knows I ought to fit in I guess I'm just old school I love making music you can dance to I may not sound like the latest trend Never been on a TV show, I got some buddies out in radio That spin my records every now and then So call me a dreaming fool, but wouldn't it be so cool If we made old school new again I know a cowboy who lost a friend, we all wrote a song for him And we made old school new again Outro: