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I 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 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 got an old pair of boots that fit my feet just right
Well, I can work all day and dance all night
I got a new used car that runs just like a top
I got a feeling it ain't ever gonna stop
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don′t hang on the wall
Stuff that's real, the stuff you feel
The stuff you always reach for when you fall
I got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst
And he don′t care if I′m a blessing or a curse
But he always shows up when the chips are down
And that's the kind of stuff that I like to be around
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don′t hang on the wall
Stuff that's real, the stuff you feel
It′s the stuff you always reach for when you fall
There's a woman I love, she′s crazy and she paints like God
She's got a playground sense of justice and she don't give odds
I got a tattoo with her name right through my soul
And I think everything she touches turns to gold
Stuff that works, stuff that holds up
The kind of stuff you don′t hang on the wall
Stuff that′s real, the stuff you feel
That stuff you always reach for when you fall
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Writer(s): Rodney Crowell, Guy Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
