Lyrics

They call that old record a classic.
That old car a classic.
That old house has character.
Well, honey...
I’ve been around a while too.
Classic, classic
Still got time
Classic, classic
Still got shine
Morning sun
Good shoes on
Old gold watch
Still ticking strong
Silver hair
Red on my lips
A little more history
A little more swing in my hips
I worked those mornings
I raised that home
I learned some roads
You walk alone
Loved some people
Miss some still
But this old heart
Still knows the thrill
No hiding
No turning back
A little worn
But look at that
Call me a classic
Call me a classic
Got a few miles
Still got the magic
Call me a classic
Turn that record on
The years gave me the story
They never took the song
Classic, classic
Still got time
Classic, classic
Still got shine
Good shoes on
Heart awake
Some things get better
With every mile they make
Woman next door
Coat wine-red
Where you going?
Wherever the music led
Man down the block
Old hat, blue suit
Tapped one heel
I followed suit
One step left
One step right
Three old friends
In the morning light
Nobody asked
What we had planned
We heard that drum
And there we were again
No hiding
No slowing down
We know these streets
We know this town
Call me a classic
Call me a classic
Got a few miles
Still got the magic
Call me a classic
Turn that record on
The years gave me the story
They never took the song
Classic!
Still here!
Classic!
Still moving!
Left step!
Right step!
Turn that record up!
They keep old records
For the crackle in the sound
Keep the worn wood table
For the hands that wore it down
They save old letters
Because the ink still knows
Who loved who
And where the good years went
So don’t call these lines a warning
Don’t call this face goodbye
Some things earn their beauty
Just by staying alive
I’ve lost some good people
I’ve watched some doors close
But look at everything
This old heart still knows
A laugh that comes easy
Two feet not finished yet
Turn that music higher
We’re not done yet
Call us the classics
Call us the classics
Got a few miles
Still got the magic
Call us the classics
Turn that record on
The years gave us the story
They never took the song
Call us the classics
Hands up high
Call us the classics
Side to side
A little more silver
A whole lot more soul
Some things get better
The longer they go
Classic, classic
Still alive
Classic, classic
Step in time
Classic, classic
Here we are
Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up!
Funny.
Nobody asks a good record
why it got older.
They just turn it up.