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 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 wakе up and think I'm twenty-three All my elders usеd 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 sayin' golfin' 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 All my old, old tricks They just don't work anymore Break it down
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
Haha We ain't gettin' any younger, are we? Hey
Compositores: Thomas Rhett, Julian Bunetta, John Ryan, Jim Beavers, Andrew Haas & Ian Franzino