paroles de chanson Behind The Times - Brantley Gilbert

Leave me where screen doors are always unlocked
Small-town stores are still mom and pops
Kids still play in a riverbank's sand
Leave me where Hank plays on a needle
Dust clouds smell like burning diesel
And deals are shook on calloused hands

You can leave me behind the times
Tell tomorrow I ain't coming
Leave me on the old-school side
Of a town that's still running
On backs that hurt, roads of dirt
Money grows in rows and God is first
If I'm the last one left living this simple life
Go on and leave me behind the times

Leave me with a Woodstock twelve-gauge pump
A square body fading up under that sun
Some things just get better with age
Leave me with peanuts in a glass-bottle Coke
A couple cold beers and some homegrown smoke
Y'all can go ahead and turn the page

You can leave me behind the times
Tell tomorrow I ain't coming
Leave me on the old-school side
Of a town that's still running
On backs that hurt, roads of dirt
Money grows in rows and God's first
If I'm the last one left living this simple life
Go on and leave me behind the times
Behind the times

(Leave me)
(Leave me, leave me)

Call me an old soul
Call me same old same
I ain't never been one to change

Leave me behind the times
Go on and leave me on the old-school side
Of a town that's still running
On backs that hurt, roads of dirt
Money grows in rows and God is first
If I'm the last one left living this simple life
Go on and leave me behind the times
Go on and leave me behind the times