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Good Old Days BluesBack when I was young and rock and roll was newBack when they made those great old Chevrolets Who was thinking then we d be looking back now saying Those sure were the good old days He came from Tupelo, that greasy darling singing boy We loved him to death, we will love him always He s young forever now, frozen in our memories He'll always remind me of the good old days The cold hand of war came knockin on our door We sang, we joined hands, we were one voice to raise We asked so many questions, but we knew all the answers then Oh the things we didn t know back in the good old days Dreams and blue jeans, faded and jaded Did we fight, did we win? I m still confused Put a flower in your hair, go find the magic dragon These are the those were the good old days blues Young people- they got so much to learn That s what my father said, that s what fathers still say Son, things were different then- we weren t just crazy children Daddy always talks about the good old days Let those lost voices ring, Jimi kiss the sky; Janis, sing Walk me down Abbey Road, light my fire again There s still four dead, now where have all those flowers gone? The answer is still blowing in the wind CHORUS (© 1986 by Harvey Reid)
As recorded on #108 "Circles" |