Old School - Creed Fisher

Shake a man’s hand and look him in the eye

Is that so hard to do?

Don’t blow smoke, don’t tell lies

Son, just tell the truth

There’s rumors going round all around town

You’ve been talking shit

You say I can’t play and ya say I can’t sing

And my songs they won’t be hits

I’ve never been a very 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 gonna 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

Where the men where 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 playing these smokey bars

You’re gonna shut your mouth

Or say it to my face

Or I’m gonna 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

Where the men where all Old School

I don’t care if you want to 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 hearing whispers, son

You’re still talking 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 gonna 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

Where the men where all Old School

I come from a different time

Cause my Granddaddy sure was Old School

It’s up to you, son

This «talk shit — get hit»

What you said?

I don’t hear nothin'

Damn, that’s what I talk

I’m waiting