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Faded off the kush I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy brought them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack son then
why
I still feel the same way I did when I was 17
I still look over my shoulder waitin' for the world to change

But these are the good old days
and I've been there
Seen it with my eyes.
You can tell that they're God's people
By the goodness in their lives.

Every day I choose
To walk in their
good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today

God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may
every day.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
At the old country church.
"God made a way for me.", that's what the good book says.

How many times (how
wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos

God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies

Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but
a heaven home
High above the highest bidder
For the good Lord's throne
In the wee hours I'll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill 
Oh, and we'll watch the old
good ole days was still filled with holy acclaim.....
Preachin' for the souls of men and not for worldly fame.....
Under such old fashion preachin'
a heaven home
High above the highest bidder
For the good Lord's throne

In the wee hours I'll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill
Oh, and we'll watch the old
and every sickness
You came in to bind but you cannot stay
'cause the people of God we ain't havin' it

It's a good day, even though I cried last Tuesday
sickness
You came in to bind but you cannot stay
'cause the people of God we ain't havin' it

It's a good day, even though I cried last Tuesday
And I was out
or old their ain’t no comparing me
I just cleared that up
Moment of clarity, Uhh

Uh, I’m about to go almonds,
young head bussa, get your helmets
You
Where all of God's children came to pray
And oh, how I really miss those old brush arbors
How I wish we had more of these days today

Oh, how I love
the old time reading of God's words
How I like to hear those glory hallelujahs ringin'
How I like the old time worship of the Lord

Preaching in the good
love that good old country preaching
This old world has gone without it much too long

Yes I love them good old fashioned gathering where all of God's
love that good old country preaching
This old world has gone without it much too long

Yes I love them good old fashioned gathering where all of God's
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town

I heard
"These damn things will kill me yet;
But God is great, beer is good and people are crazy"

Last call its two a.m., I said goodbye to him
I never talked
getting late at night
The fire's all raked and out goes the light
So now you've heard the story of my old rig-a-doo
It's good-bye and God be with you says
riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said,
Thank god I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said, ¡°live
it some day for a crown

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear lamb of God left his glory
riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said,
riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
Said,