I wanna throw my grandpa's dominoes
Down at the country corner with jack and rose
Damn the texas a-b-c
Things ain't like they used to be
I want a fiddle and a steel guitar
To be cryin' out from every bar
From texas up through tennessee
Things ain't like they used to be
I might make a little more dough
Than i did ten years ago
And i might spend a lot more time
Reelin' in a fishing line
And i still need to change my strings
And a thousand different other things
But look around and anyone can see
That things ain't like they used to be
No things ain't like they used to be
You remember that night up in abilene?
Where we did that methamphetamine
At closing time with the opening band
Things used to get so out of hand
We got another eighteen-hour drive
We gotta make it out of here alive
But he ain't drank since 2013
Things ain't like they used to be
I might make a little more dough
Than i did ten years ago
And i might spend a lot more time
Reeling' a fishing line
And i still need to change my strings
And a thousand different other things
But look around and anyone can see
That things ain't like they used to be
No things ain't like they used to be
I just heard my song on the radio
D-mn, it's good to be back home
Down here, they're requesting me
Things ain't like they used to be
I might make a little more dough
Than i did ten years ago
And i might spend a lot more time
Just starin' at some fishing line
And i still need to change my strings
And a thousand different other things
But look around and anyone can see
That things ain't like they used to be
Aw things ain't like they used to be
Ain't nothin' like it used to be
Never gonna be like it used to be