| C | |
| I | got an ol' blue shirt |
| F | C | |
| And | it suits me just | fine |
| C | |
| I like the way it feels |
| F | |
| So I | wear it all the time |
| C | |
| I got an old guitar |
| F | |
| It won't | ever stay in tune |
| C | |
| I like the way it sounds |
| G | C | |
| In a | dark and empty | room |
| I got an ol' pair of boots |
| And they fit just right |
| 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 |
| Chorus: |
| C | F | C | |
| Stuff that | works, stuff that | holds up |
| C | G | C | |
| The kind of stuff you | don't hang on the | wall |
| C | F | C | |
| Stuff that's | real, stuff you | feel |
| C | G | C | |
| 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 the chips are down |
| That's the kind of stuff |
| I like to be around |
| Chorus |
| I got a woman I love |
| She's crazy and 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 |
| Chorus |