Guitars, trucks and cowboy boots

A few things better used

When you can see what they've been through, you know they're made to last

There's nothing wrong with faded jeans

Couple tears, frayed seams

Baby, all that really means is that we all got a past.

I don't trust a horse that ain't been rode

Or a truck that ain't been sold

Hands and hearts that ain't got scars, they ain't worth holding

Songs sound better on rusty strings

Worn-in leather feels good to me

Guess you could say that I like things

Broken, broken in

Broken in.

Say all that to tell the truth

There's still some things that I like new

Like the first time that I kissed you

And the first smoke out of that pack

From who we are to where we've been

Swearing we won't love again

Folks like us, the only way back in is through the cracks.

I don't trust a horse that ain't been rode

Or a truck that ain't been sold

Hands and hearts that ain't got scars, they ain't worth holding

Songs sound better on rusty strings

Worn-in leather feels good to me

Guess you could say that I like things

Broken, broken in

Broken in.

Guitars, trucks and cowboy boots

A few things better used

When you can see what they've been through, kinda like me and you.

I don't trust a horse that ain't been rode

Or a truck that ain't been sold

Hands and hearts that ain't got scars, they ain't worth holding

Songs sound better on rusty strings

Worn-in leather feels good to me

Guess you could say that I like things

Broken, broken in

Broken in

Broken in

Broken in.