I've recently "discovered" Lyle Lovett. Bought two of his albums, hum his songs as I drive around town, and have even been inspired to write a song or two in his style.
Like this one:
I'm Just an Old Guy
By Tracy D. Farr
I’m just an old guy, nothing new.
I like the old ways, the old songs, and old pickups, too.
I like a woman who grew up watching Lucy and Rick.
I’m just an old guy.
Don’t you see that bouncy blonde
standing over by the bar
in her stilettos, and a skirt so high
you’d think it was illegal,
sipping on a cocktail
and laughing with her friends?
She’s too young for me,
No, that ain’t what I need.
And standing right beside her
is a tall brunette
with the longest legs you ever did see,
staring at a guy
who just walked right by
while she checked out his butt.
That’s not what I want.
No it's not.
I’m just an old guy, nothing new.
I like the old ways, the old songs, and old pickups, too.
I like a woman who knows the words to “Dust in the Wind.”
I’m just an old guy.
Why don’t you look over there
at that girl with the red hair,
wearing a strapless red blouse,
her shoulders so bare enough
to expose a tattoo
of a heart and a rose.
I turn up my nose
To young things like those.
And walking this way
is a girl with a diamond,
pierced straight through her nose.
Boy you know that had to hurt.
It hurts me just looking at it.
I guess she thinks she’s hot.
That’s not what I want,
No it’s not.
I’m just an old guy, nothing new.
I like the old ways, the old songs, and old pickups, too.
I need a woman who had a crush on Kermit the frog.
I’m just an old guy.
Now here comes a lady
in a denim dress, green eyes,
and just a touch of grey
in her long black hair.
Wearing cowboy boots!
Now that’s what I call sexy.
I do indeed.
Boys, this one’s for me.
I’m just an old guy, nothing new.
I like the old ways, the old songs, and old pickups, too.
I like a woman who understands the things that I do.
I’m just an old guy.