Call me old fashioned Call me out of touch for having faith in the way it was I believe in making my money the hard way so I work for it And every job I do I do with pride I believe in keeping a promise that I make you've got my word on it When I shake

What mom don’t know has taken its toll on me It’s all I’ve seen that can’t be wiped clean It’s hard to believe what it’s made of me Watching my life, passing right in front of my eyes Hell of a story, oh is it boring? Can’t claim to care, never been

Say it's not true It's hard to believe The harder we play The faster we fall When we think that we know it all We know nothing at all The letter arrives Like a bolt from the blue So what's left of your lives

Cannot be cannot be I can feel it growing inside me Something that I would never dare speak Unleashing the anger that deeds me The hardest part was to believe The thoughts wont stop I cannot be Containing the anguished it bleeds me Cannot be cannot

'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings We wear our boots to church So rough around the edges It's hard to believe that girls like you Love guys like me I wear a greasy ball cap I like my shirt

Over hills and valleys too Don't let them fool you Jah free the people Don't believe one minute, they don't like you Don't believe for a minute that they are with you Only Rasta free the people A who free the people It hard, it hard, it hard (let them

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

I guess I take it, heartbreaker Than easy to leave, you should believe me I like being ugly, that way if they love me A title, I can't shake it, can't fake it I'd rather be hard to love Go deep, baby, go deep I love it when your roots go deep so I know

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

(Everybody's got a secret) Da, da, da, da, do, do, do 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow I got some things to say I like to make-believe with you That we always speak the truth ish I like how we