Old School

You shake a man's hand and look him in the eye
Is that so hard to do?
Don't blow smoke and don't tell lies
Son, just tell the truth

There's rumors goin' around and all around town
You've been talkin' shit
You say I can't play, and you say I can't sing
And my songs, they won't be hits

I've never been a violent man
I'd rather be drinkin' beer
But that's the name granddaddy gave me
And let me make it clear

You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm 'onna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
When the men were all old-school

I've seen your kind a thousand times
All baby-faced and cute
No calluses on your hands
No scuffs upon your boots
You prolly think the Hollar
Is a rap song in your car
You don't know the first damn thing
About playin' these smokey bars

You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm 'onna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
When the men were all old-school

I don't care if you wanna speak your mind, son
You got somethin' to say?
All I ask, you stand up, grow some balls, and say it to my face
'Cause if I keep hearin' whispers, son
You're still talkin' shit
You're gonna owe me gas money to get back over here
And it's gonna be "talk shit, get hit"

You're gonna shut your mouth
Or say it to my face
Or I'm 'onna use your ass
Like a broom to sweep this place
Go on and call up your friends
You better bring a few
'Cause I come from a different time
When the men were all old-school

I come from a different time
'Cause my granddaddy sure was old-school

It's up to you, son
It's "talk shit, get hit"
What was that? I don't hear nothin'
Yeah, that's what I thought

I'm waitin'