Rodney Crowell Stuff That Works I got an ol' 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, won't ever stay in tune I like the way it sounds in a dark and empty room I got an ol' pair of boots and they fit just right Well I can work all day and I can dance all night I got an ol' used car and it runs just like a top I get the feelin' 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, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall I got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse But he always shows up when chips are down That's the kind of stuff 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, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall I got a woman I love she's crazy, paints like God She's got a playground sense of justice, she won't take odds I got a tattoo with her name right through my soul 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, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall Stuff that works, stuff that holds up The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall Mirror lyrics: The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that works, stuff that holds up The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that works, stuff that holds up I think everything she touches turns to gold I got a tattoo with her name right through my soul She's got a playground sense of justice, she won't take odds I got a woman I love she's crazy, paints like God The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that works, stuff that holds up That's the kind of stuff I like to be around But he always shows up when chips are down He can't tell if I'm a blessing or a curse I got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst The kind of stuff you reach for when you fall Stuff that's real, stuff you feel The kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall Stuff that works, stuff that holds up I get the feelin' it ain't ever gonna stop I got an ol' used car and it runs just like a top Well I can work all day and I can dance all night I got an ol' pair of boots and they fit just right I like the way it sounds in a dark and empty room I got an old guitar, won't ever stay in tune I like the way it feels so I wear it all the time I got an ol' blue shirt and it suits me just fine Relevant Tags: SStuff TThat WWorks tuff hat orks tSuff hTat oWrks ztuff fhat aorks zStuff fThat aWorks Sztuff Tfhat Waorks wtuff 5hat 3orks wStuff 5That 3Works Swtuff T5hat W3orks dtuff hhat dorks dStuff hThat dWorks Sdtuff Thhat Wdorks etuff yhat eorks eStuff yThat eWorks Setuff Tyhat Weorks xtuff 6hat sorks xStuff 6That sWorks Sxtuff T6hat Wsorks atuff ghat 2orks aStuff gThat 2Works Satuff Tghat W2orks Sttuff rhat qorks Suff rThat qWorks Sutff Trhat Wqorks Sfuff Woorks Sftuff Tat Wrks Stfuff Taht Wroks S5uff Tjat Wkrks S5tuff Tjhat Wkorks St5uff Thjat Wokrks Shuff Tuat W9rks Shtuff Tuhat W9orks Sthuff Thuat Wo9rks Syuff Tnat W0rks Sytuff Tnhat W0orks Styuff Thnat Wo0rks S6uff Tbat Wlrks S6tuff Tbhat Wlorks St6uff Thbat Wolrks Sguff Tgat Wirks Sgtuff Wiorks Stguff Thgat Woirks Sruff Tyat Worrks Srtuff Woks Struff Thyat Wokrs Stuuff Thaat Wodks Stff Tht Wodrks Stfuf Thta Wordks Sthff Thzt Wo4ks Thzat Wo4rks Stuhff Thazt Wor4ks St7ff Thqt Wogks St7uff Thqat Wogrks

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