I met an old man named L.B. at Huntington D.G
I can say that with a straight face, he was a younger man than me
We were like brothers from two mothers as shit began to flow
He took me to his man cave to see the stuff he loved to show
There was old stuff, walls and ceiling, and old stuff on the floor
Some as old as L.B, some a few years more
The jukebox played old fighty-fives when we walked into the cave
With memories of past lives and younger days
When I asked him what's new, he frowned and looked away
He said, not a damn thing, and that's how it's gonna stay
He said my life is full of antiques, including me and my wife
They can shove all their new shit where the sun don't shine
There was old stuff, walls and ceiling, and old stuff on the floor
Some as old as L.B, some a few years more
The jukebox played old forty-fives when we walked into the cave
With memories of past lives and younger days
The lesson here is obvious without saying any more
You never know what you'll find at that Dollar General store
There was old stuff, walls and ceiling, and old stuff on the floor
Some as old as L.B, some a few years more
The jukebox played old forty-fives when we walked into the cave
With memories of past lives and younger days.