Good Old Days - текст песни
Good Old Days
Good Old Days
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn, he'd be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing again
Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And I'd spend all day long in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw and pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good ol' days
Those were the good ol' days
Years go by, but the memories fade
And those were the good ol' days
I still remember good ol' Mr. Fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Always strolled down the ailes with a big friendly smile
And he'd say howdy when you walked through the door
Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
I don't know why I set fire to his place
Oh I'll never forget the day I smashed in his head
Oh you shoulda seen the look on his face
Let me tell ya 'bout it...
Those were the good ol' days
Those were the good ol' days
Years go by, but the memories fade
And those were the good ol' days
Do you remember sweet Michele, she was my high school romance
She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming dance
Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all alone
Oh sometimes in my dreams I can still hear the screams
Oh I wander if she ever made it home....
I tell ya...
Those were the good ol' days
Those were the good ol' days
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