Letras
I got a junk '57 chevy
When it gets crunk
It runs just fine
A rusty ol' Craftsman
Cuts in a straight line
And the hole in my bucket, fuck it
It may never get filled but I still
Water my garden even if
Four outta five gallons spill
And I keep them same ol' solid gold
Got a lotta soul records spinnin'
I don't mind takin' my time
Even if I'm the only one listenin'
This here it ain't no joke
Even if it's broke
Some things just don't need fixin'
They just don't need fixin'
I got a band, pickin' for a livin'
And I'll be damned if we ain't half-bad
Hell, we been half-good the whole time
No lie go and ask yo' dad
And it's been fun
Been a son of a gun
It's been real
But it's a real fine line
'Tween pickin' for a livin', Lord
And pickin' for a lifetime
And I keep them same ol' solid gold
Got a lotta soul records spinnin'
And I don't mind takin' my time
Even if I'm the only one listenin'
This here it ain't no joke
Even if it's broke
Some things just don't need fixin'
No, they just don't need fixin'
Oh, listen
And I keep them same ol' solid gold
Got a lotta soul records spinnin'
I don't mind takin' my time
Even if I'm the only one listenin'
I keep them same ol' solid gold
Got a lotta soul records spinnin'
I don't mind takin' my time
Even if I'm the only one listenin'
This here it ain't no joke
Even if it's broke
Some things just don't need fixin'
They just don't need fixin'