Change My Tune Songtext
von Emily Ann Roberts
Change My Tune Songtext
Dolly singin′ on my hometown station
Two doors down got them good vibrations
We turn it up on the mountaintop
We don't touch the dial unless the signal drops
So don′t tell me, mister, that it's too old school
'Cause this old school groove is ′bout to be brand new
It′s in my blood, it's in my bones
It′s like a needle drops into my black vinyl soul
Well there ain't nothing broke
′Bout three chords and the truth
So I'll do me and you do you
I ain′t gonna change my tune
Granny sittin' on the front porch rockin'
Nobody calls, they just come knocking
Shooting cans out behind the barn
We′re just passing time down on the farm
So don′t tell me, mister, that it's too old school
′Cause this old school groove is 'bout to be brand new
It′s in my blood, it's in my bones
It′s like a needle drops into my black vinyl soul
Well there ain't nothing broke
'Bout three chords and the truth
So I′ll do me and you do you
I ain′t gonna change my tune, no, yeah
Clap your hands for that honky tonkin'
Stomp your boots, baby, now we′re talkin'
Gonna get this country rockin′
Clap your hands for that honky tonkin'
Stomp your boots, baby, now we′re talkin'
Gonna get this country rockin'
Oh, it′s in my blood, it′s in my bones
Well, it's like a needle drops into my black vinyl soul
Well there ain′t nothing broke
'Bout three chords and the truth
So I′ll do me and you do you
I ain't gonna change my tune, no, yeah
I ain′t gonna change my
I ain't gonna change
I ain't gonna change
I ain′t gonna change my tune
Two doors down got them good vibrations
We turn it up on the mountaintop
We don't touch the dial unless the signal drops
So don′t tell me, mister, that it's too old school
'Cause this old school groove is ′bout to be brand new
It′s in my blood, it's in my bones
It′s like a needle drops into my black vinyl soul
Well there ain't nothing broke
′Bout three chords and the truth
So I'll do me and you do you
I ain′t gonna change my tune
Granny sittin' on the front porch rockin'
Nobody calls, they just come knocking
Shooting cans out behind the barn
We′re just passing time down on the farm
So don′t tell me, mister, that it's too old school
′Cause this old school groove is 'bout to be brand new
It′s in my blood, it's in my bones
It′s like a needle drops into my black vinyl soul
Well there ain't nothing broke
'Bout three chords and the truth
So I′ll do me and you do you
I ain′t gonna change my tune, no, yeah
Clap your hands for that honky tonkin'
Stomp your boots, baby, now we′re talkin'
Gonna get this country rockin′
Clap your hands for that honky tonkin'
Stomp your boots, baby, now we′re talkin'
Gonna get this country rockin'
Oh, it′s in my blood, it′s in my bones
Well, it's like a needle drops into my black vinyl soul
Well there ain′t nothing broke
'Bout three chords and the truth
So I′ll do me and you do you
I ain't gonna change my tune, no, yeah
I ain′t gonna change my
I ain't gonna change
I ain't gonna change
I ain′t gonna change my tune
Writer(s): Emily Ann Roberts, Simon Stuart Reid, Jeremy Reid Crady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com