Old Fashioned

A Yeah, I'm out here runnin' just as fast as I can D Got the whole world lookin' at me A They're beggin' me to change everything that I am D But it ain't who I wanna be F#m D Oh the interstate's pumpin' just like a vein A E Full of California license plates F#m D And my heart is thumpin', goin' insane A E They turned Austin into LA D A E Them good ole boys are few and far between D F#m E They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee F#m D Yeah, my granddad's spinnin' in his grave A E D And they're all laughin', I'm old fashioned A Yes, sir and no, sir, pardon me, ma'am D You don't hear it much anymore A From the punk-ass kids not givin' a damn D Hangin' out at the corner store F#m D They're gonna beg, steal and borrow the promise for tomorrow A E It ain't that hard to tell F#m D And no one else knows because 'cause they're starin' at their phones A E The whole world's goin' to hell D A E Them good ole boys are few and far between D F#m E They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee F#m D Yeah, my granddad's spinnin' in his grave A E D F#m And they're all laughin', I'm old fashioned D F#m E I'm old fashioned D F#m E Them good ole boys are few and far between D F#m E They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee D A E Them good ole boys are few and far between D F#m E They're spread out thin from Houston to Tennesee F#m D Yeah, my granddad's spinnin' in his grave A E D F#m And they're all laughin', I'm old fashioned D F#m I'm old fashioned E D F#m I'm old fashioned D F#m I'm old fashioned