They said you was an old soul,
They said you had your own goal,
and pulled a lot of strings
They said that you was low -class
I knew that love could not last
With an old soul like you
I heard you had a strange past,
You wore a lot of strange masks,
and clipped a lot of wings
Like venom in a shot glass
Like liquor in a hot flask
I knew that love could not last
With an old soul like you
Why this hammering in my head?
I can't help myself think
when you're there half dead?
old, old, old soul, ah -ha,
I thought you was a sweet child,
I'd think a lot of things
But you let me on a ride so wild
Oh, brother, cause you swang
I thought you was high class
But you knocked me down so low,
I knew your love could not last
With an old soul like you
With an old soul like you
and it's from an album of mine
so you wouldn't have heard it,
Went down pretty well in America,
it on some bogus alternative country jar,