I've 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've 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've got an old pair of boots that fit my feet just right.
I can work all day, and go out and dance all night.
I've got a new used car that runs just like a top;
Yeah, I get the feeling it ain't ever gonna stop.
Stuff that works; stuff that holds up
Is the kind of stuff you don't hang on the wall.
Stuff that's real; that stuff you feel
Is the stuff you always reach for when you fall.

I've got a pretty good friend who's seen me at my worst.
He don't care if I'm a blessing or a curse,
But he always shows up when the chips are down.
That's the kind of friend I like to be around.
Stuff that works...

There's a woman I love; she's crazy, and she paints like God.
She's got a playground sense of justice; she don't give odds.
I've got a tattoo with her name right through my soul,
And I think everything she touches turns to gold.
Stuff that works...
Stuff that works...

Writer : CLARK, GUY/CROWELL, RODNEY J
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC