I remember a young Johnny Cash waiting in the wings
Cause he'd hand me his cigarette when he'd go out to sing
And good ole Marshall Tucker Band back in 83
Was a special night they asked me
Come on out and play 'Can't You See'
Dolly was a teenage girl when I first me her wow
Jerry Lee played rock n roll at my house and I'm proud
I'm from the old school
But I made up my own rules
But I learned a thing or two
From some pretty good teachers
My education has served me well
One look at me and you can tell my music's true
A class reunion of the blues
I'm from the old school
Well things were kinda rough at times I had to find my way
Not exactly an overnight sensation like some are today
Hey I'm a dinosaur that's for sure but here's what I gotta say
To anyone that questions my credentials "Hi, I'm Hank"
And I'm from the old school
But I made up some new rules
And you might learn a thing or two if ya hang around
I'll teach you to write and play n sing 'em
Take these guitars out and string 'em
We'll make your music true
A class reunion of the blues
I'm from the old school
And after all the songs are sang
Let's stop and have a drink
From my old bar stool
Hey everybody here's to the old school
Cause he'd hand me his cigarette when he'd go out to sing
And good ole Marshall Tucker Band back in 83
Was a special night they asked me
Come on out and play 'Can't You See'
Dolly was a teenage girl when I first me her wow
Jerry Lee played rock n roll at my house and I'm proud
I'm from the old school
But I made up my own rules
But I learned a thing or two
From some pretty good teachers
My education has served me well
One look at me and you can tell my music's true
A class reunion of the blues
I'm from the old school
Well things were kinda rough at times I had to find my way
Not exactly an overnight sensation like some are today
Hey I'm a dinosaur that's for sure but here's what I gotta say
To anyone that questions my credentials "Hi, I'm Hank"
And I'm from the old school
But I made up some new rules
And you might learn a thing or two if ya hang around
I'll teach you to write and play n sing 'em
Take these guitars out and string 'em
We'll make your music true
A class reunion of the blues
I'm from the old school
And after all the songs are sang
Let's stop and have a drink
From my old bar stool
Hey everybody here's to the old school