Good Old Days

Speedin' so fast I couldn't be left alone

I learned to wipe my nose

Hold my own

And those, they were the good old days Yeah darlin' those were the good old days

Guitar in the corner in a shack out back

Too far from the road to catch me lookin' back And those, they were the good old days

And darlin' those were the good old days

Morning finds me still running blind

But I'm older now, my body's tired

Thanks, thanks to the good old days

Yeah darlin' thanks to you, you and the good old days

It's my eyes that are heavy and it's not my mind

As I drift back to a different time

We were burning through the passions of our youth The speed was better too, back in the good old days

So do your woman right and don't you die alone

Kiss your daughter goodnight

Eat all the meat off the bone

Live within your means, and don't you worry about me This world is not my home, I was bound to roam

Back through the good old days

So it's not about sorrow and it's not of regret

It's just all the miles I hadn't seen yet

So here's to you, you and the good old days

We knew it would end this way, the good old days

I'll watch you burn the last page of the good old days