Good Ol' Days

Oh, southern breeze, knock me to my knees

I believe you're the only one who can

The religious and the rest, they've all tried their best

Well, I guess some things you just don't understand

Oh Lord, when will the road run out?

I'm on the road but I'm in doubt

And I don't know why still I second guess my pace

If I stand to lose from winning

To find the truth I'm willing

To start back at the beginning

Of the good ol' days, the good ol' days

Oh southern pines reaching for the sky

I'm convinced that I can fly beneath your shade

Ooh, and it's all overdue

Spending time just me and you

Mmm, the pulpit and the pew where I was saved

Oh Lord, when will the road run out?

I'm on the road but I'm in doubt

And I don't know why still I second guess my pace

If I stand to lose from winning

To find the truth I'm willing

To start back at the beginning

Of the good ol' days, the good ol' days, yeah

Oh Lord, when will the road run out?

I'm on the road but I'm in doubt

And I don't know why still I second guess my pace

If I stand to lose from winning

To find the truth I'm willing

To start back at the beginning

Of the good ol' days, the good ol' days, mmh

Oh, southern breeze, knock me to my knees

I believe you're the only one who can