Dust on the road and a guitar in my hand
Train whistle cryin' 'cross the land
Neon lights in a roadside bar
Old jukebox playin' with a dream afar
Boots on the floor, people swayin' slow
Stories in the smoke where the memories go
Time keeps turnin' like a vinyl spin
And the old time rhythm pulls you in
Every beat tells a story untold
Every note got a heart of gold
That old time rhythm in my soul tonight
Six strings ringin' under yellow light
From the back porch blues to the midnight band
It's the sound of life in a workin' man's hand
Old time rhythm never fades away
Through the dark of night and the break of day
From dusty roads to the city lights
That old time rhythm still feels right
Grandpa's radio singin' soft and low
Songs from a time that we used to know
Sunday mornin' with the church bell tone
A melody that feels like home
People come and people go
But that steady do keep runnin' slow
Like a river rollin' through the years
Carryin' laughter, carryin' tears
Every chord like a photograph
Holdin' on to the past we have
That old time rhythm in my soul tonight
Six strings ringin' under yellow light
From the back porch blues to the midnight band
It's the sound of life in a workin' man's hand
Old time rhythm never fades away
Through the dark of night and the break of day
From dusty roads to the city lights
That old time rhythm still feels right
When the world moves way too fast
I just let that needle pass
Drop the record, close my eyes
Hear the echoes of sympathize
That old time rhythm in my soul tonight
Still burnin' like a porch light bright
From the past to the songs we write
That old time rhythm lives tonight
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