Lyrics Rodney Crowell

Rodney Crowell

Stuff That Works

I've got an old blue shirt, and it suits me just fine.

I like the way it feels, so I wear it all the time.

I've got an old guitar that won't ever stay in tune,

But I like the way it sounds in a dark and empty room.

I've got an old pair of boots that fit my feet just right.

I can work all day, and go out and dance all night.

I've got a new used car that runs just like a top;

Yeah, I get the feeling it ain't ever gonna stop.

Stuff that works; stuff that holds up

Is the kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall.

Stuff that's real; that stuff you feel

Is the stuff you always reach for when you fall.

I've got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst.

He don't care if I'm a blessing or a curse,

But he always shows up when the chips are down.

That's the kind of friend I like to be around.

Stuff that works...

There's a woman I love; she's crazy, and she paints like God.

She's got a playground sense of justice; she don't give odds.

I've got a tattoo with her name right through my soul,

And I think everything she touches turns to gold.

Stuff that works...

Stuff that works...