Old Tricks

Lyrics by：Julian Bunetta/Thomas Rhett/John Ryan/Jim Beavers/Andrew Haas/Ian Franzino

Composed by：Julian Bunetta/Thomas Rhett/John Ryan/Jim Beavers/Andrew Haas/Ian Franzino

Produced by：Dann Huff/Julian Bunetta

I remember when

Weekends used to be two three shots followed by a couple others

Wake up have a beer never needed to recover

A cold red Gatorade and I'd feel great

Now it's a bottle of Advil and the whole next day

My old tricks don't work anymore

They don't get it done like they did before

Yeah the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow

I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow

My old ways ain't workin' for me

Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three

All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure

Now my old tricks don't work anymore no no

TR you think that's bad?

Stupid jokes would make her laugh

Compliments would make her smile

Kisses on her neck always used to drive her wild

All the things I used to do I can't get away with

Like saying golfin' with the boys is a business trip

My old tricks don't work anymore

They don't get 'er done like they did before

Yeah the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow

I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow

My old ways ain't workin' for me

Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three

All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure

Now my old tricks don't work anymore

Here we go

All my old old tricks

They just don't work anymore

My old tricks don't work anymore

They don't get 'er done like they did before

Yeah the cold hard truth is getting harder to swallow

I guess the younger me is a hard act to follow

My old ways ain't workin' for me

Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm twenty-three

All my elders used to tell me this would happen for sure

Now my old tricks don't work anymore no no

Ha we ain't gettin' any younger are we?

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