Nothing's News

I spent my lifetime wishing the waitress would come around
Telling jokes, shooting pool on the other side of town
The whistle blows at five o'clock there's only one place I'll be found
Down at Ernie's icehouse lifting longnecks to that good old country sound

And talking 'bout the good old times
Bragging bout how it used to be
And I've worn out the same old lines
Now it seems nothing's news to me

There's nothing like a steel guitar crying in the night
There's nothing like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight
I'd finally find my way back home and you'd patch up my face
But that was another time and another place

Now we're talking 'bout the good old times
Bragging bout how it used to be
I've worn out the same old lines
Now it seems nothing's news to me

I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am
And how the world ever got used to me

Talking 'bout the good old times
Bragging bout how it used to be
But I've worn out the same old lines
Now it seems nothing's news to me