Good Old Days

Roger Creager

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I've heard stories about the 1950's 
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Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's 
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Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be the same 
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But way down South the music got the mojo 
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It's all homegrown 
 
You won't hear it on the radio 
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Call it what you want but to me it's the good old days 
 
 
 
God knows I can't stop burning up the blacktop 
Chug a cup of coffee from the honey at the truck stop 
Our blood starts pumping 
When we're out on a three-day run 
Johnny's got his guitar hanging out the trunk 
Billy's on the floorboard, 
I think he's still drunk 
Long road ahead, but we're already having fun 
A E Living here in the Good Old days While they're going on around us A E Thinking we've got it made B When the good times have found us E Ain't no need to back track E I don't want to look back E A Now we've really got it made E B E Think I'll just stay right here in the good old days
I know all about a hard day's labor This ain't work It's like picking out a flavor at the ice cream shop, The brunette or the redhead I'm here singing on the local motion I ain't getting rich But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want And right now it's the good old days Chorus When we get old we're gonna talk about the good times Fat and happy, spreading rumors through the grapevines With any luck, we'll still be up to our old ways But, we're still living where the music got the mojo I know one day you're gonna hear it on the radio Call it what you want But to me it's the good old days Chorus

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