Lletres: Jerrod Niemann. Judge Jerrod and the Hung Jury. Old School New Again.

I ain't rich and I ain't famous
But there's folks out there that come and see the band
And at times it seems Nashville won't claim us
So we just keep on truckin' in a beat up van

They call me a throw back
Another old hat act
Well, I can't help that's who I am

I guess I'm just old school
I love makin' music you can dance to
It may not sound like the latest trend

Never been on a TV show
But I got some buddies out at radio
That spin my records every now and then

So call me a dreamin' fool
But wouldn't it be so cool
If we made old school new again

I know times they change, so I ain't sayin'
We need to go back to Nudie suits, rhinestones and fringe
I just wanna be proud of what I'm playin'
And sing a little Lefty now and then

Just hope there's a jukebox
That still has an empty slot
Lord knows I ought to fit in

I guess I'm just old school
I love makin' music you can dance to
It may not sound like the latest trend

Never been on a TV show
But I got some buddies out at radio
That spin my records every now and then

So call me a dreamin' 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