We, kids, 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 a 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 gettin' 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
If you think that sucks, man, listen
Stupid jokes would make her life 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 sayin' huntin' with the boys is a business trip
My old tricks don't work anymore They don't get it done like they did before Yeah, the cold, hard truth is gettin' 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 Wait, where we goin'? All my old, old tricks They just don't work anymore
My old tricks don't work anymore They don't get it done like they did before Yeah, the cold, hard truth is gettin' 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
We ain't gettin' any younger, are we? (Mm-mm)
Compositores: Thomas Rhett, Jim Beavers, Andrew Haas & Ian Franzino