Good Old Days

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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
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 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 
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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
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Billy's on the floorboard,
I think he's still drunk
Long road ahead, but we're already 
having fun
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Living here in the Good Old days

While they're going on around us
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Thinking we've got it made
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When the good times have found us
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Ain't no need to back track
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I don't want to look back
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Now we've really got it made
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Think I'll just stay right here 
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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

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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

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