Western Centuries The Old You
[Verse 1]
Well, I came from town to see the country
I heard it's real pretty, of what is left
My feet on the ground, my hands in the air
I'm havin' a moment and nobody cares
[Chorus]
I can't recall the name of this place
But I remember that look on your face
When I told you that there might not be better days
I came from town to see the country
Turns out it's still pretty, the little that's left
[Verse 2]
And I came to bein' more like I ought to
Thanks to the old you, of what is left
My feet on the ground, my heart's in the air
I'm fallin' in love, it don't matter who cares
[Chorus]
I can't seem to put a name to the face
But I know just what to do in this case
I'll just turn to you and say that surely there'll be better days
I came to bein' more like I used to
Thanks to the old you, the little that's left
A big ol' thanks to you, the little that's left