Leave me where screen doors are always unlocked Small-town stores are still mom and pops Kids still play in a riverbank's sand Leave me where Hank plays on a needle Dust clouds smell like burning diesel And deals are shook on calloused hands You can leave me behind the times Tell tomorrow I ain't coming Leave me on the old-school side Of a town that's still running On backs that hurt, roads of dirt Money grows in rows and God is first If I'm the last one left living this simple life Go on and leave me behind the times Leave me with a Woodstock twelve-gauge pump A square body fading up under that sun Some things just get better with age Leave me with peanuts in a glass-bottle Coke A couple cold beers and some homegrown smoke Y'all can go ahead and turn the page You can leave me behind the times Tell tomorrow I ain't coming Leave me on the old-school side Of a town that's still running On backs that hurt, roads of dirt Money grows in rows and God's first If I'm the last one left living this simple life Go on and leave me behind the times Behind the times (Leave me) (Leave me, leave me) Call me an old soul Call me same old same I ain't never been one to change Leave me behind the times Go on and leave me on the old-school side Of a town that's still running On backs that hurt, roads of dirt Money grows in rows and God is first If I'm the last one left living this simple life Go on and leave me behind the times Go on and leave me behind the times