Guitars, trucks and cowboy boots
A few things better used
When you can see what they’ve been through, you know they’re made to last
There’s nothing wrong with faded jeans
Couple tears, frayed seams
Baby, all that really means is that we all got a past
I don’t trust a horse that ain’t been rode
Or a truck that ain’t been sold
Hands and hearts that ain’t got scars, they ain’t worth holding
Songs sound better on rusty strings
Worn-in leather feels good to me
Guess you could say that I like things
Broken, broken in
Broken in
Say all that to tell the truth
There’s still some things that I like new
Like the first time that I kissed you
And the first smoke out of that pack
From who we are to where we’ve been
Swearing we won’t love again
Folks like us, the only way back in is through the cracks
I don’t trust a horse that ain’t been rode
Or a truck that ain’t been sold
Hands and hearts that ain’t got scars, they ain’t worth holding
Songs sound better on rusty strings
Worn-in leather feels good to me
Guess you could say that I like things
Broken, broken in
Broken in
Guitars, trucks and cowboy boots
A few things better used
When you can see what they’ve been through, kinda like me and you
I don’t trust a horse that ain’t been rode
Or a truck that ain’t been sold
Hands and hearts that ain’t got scars, they ain’t worth holding
Songs sound better on rusty strings
Worn-in leather feels good to me
Guess you could say that I like things
Broken, broken in
Broken in
Broken in
Broken in