Young Clothing

Capo 7

A
As an old man, I’d hate to admit
A                                                           D
How many times I’ve switched out my closet

It’s the same life and all the same shit
I don’t think any of this even fits

E                      D
Man I miss the days
               A
of young clothing

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Never saw the world, not a single fat lip
Did all I could before I had to be home at six

Looking at a catalog of old habits
They sing to my heart like a summer chorus

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Man I miss the days
of young clothing

Old Fashioned Courses

I look out my window and all I see are stars
The feeling of dirt in my shoes hangs so very far
All I want is the smell of burnt rubber in my soul

I’m always running and I never get anywhere fast
Relatively it’s all the same is all I learn in this class
All I want is wind in the flag at my goal

I wanna race on those old fashioned courses
Measure my engine by the power of my horses
And close my eyes as I go speeding along

Hot / Rich + Famous

I've only seen you
in online magazines
A homegrown celebrity
My very own tragedy

I picture you
Walking down the street
With your hands in your jeans
Man, it's seventy degrees

Imagine me and you
Trying to feel free
We could drive around, top down
Hands out in the breeze

And is that all the summer meant?
A signed postcard of a sunset
From you?

I've been in love with you
Circa two thousand and three
I'm a fan of God's work
Would you please write back to me?

And is that all the summer meant?
A signed postcard of a sunset
From you?

Roaming Rough Rider

Here's the tale of a makeshift pirate
Who's sailed five out of the seven seas

He doesn't know where he's going
Setting his sail by the tune of the breeze

Yo ho ho, he's missing home,
Yo ho ho, how far can he row
Yo ho ho, he's missing home,

How far can he go with him playing the part?
How far can he go with him playing the part?

Now the heart grows for a port-side lover
Even though her love's not for free

They call her the "Roaming Rough Rider"
For the way she tames cavalry

Yo ho ho, he's missing home,
Yo ho ho, how far can he row
Yo ho ho, he's missing home,

How far can he go with him playing the part?
How far can he go with him playing the part?

Counting the stars and the dancing moonlight
Falling asleep to the breath of the waves

Tending to the whims of his forgotten member
Now there's no chance that he'll see the bay

Yo ho ho, he's missing home,
Yo ho ho, how far can he row
Yo ho ho, he's missing home,

How far can he go with him playing the part?
How far can he go with him playing the part?

Finally his boat starts licking the land
Racing to the inn to see his lady

Heartbroken he finds, she treats men like lanterns
One if by land, but two if by sea.