Lyrics:
Should old acquaintances be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintances be forgot
In days long gone by
For days long gone by my dear
make this time
Special for sure
Cause no matter what ails ya
Having a good day's the cure
When this day is over and done
I count my blessings one by one
machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
Oh, but that ain't natural old man Grayson says
'Cause he's a horse drawn man until his dying days
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
and the memory fades
But I only remember the good old days
And the day will come when they take me away
When it's said and done and the memory fades
But I only
and aint no doubts
Yeah I've been high and I've been low
But today's been a good old day
Today is a good day
Cause I'm hanging with my homies
And my
What good is sitting, alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Put down the knitting,
very day.
I remember how she'd turn to me and say:
What good is sitting all alone in you room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
What good is sitting, alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret
Put down the knitting,
was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good old days
Can it be that it was all so simple then? The good
back to the good old days
When girls were our sisters and wore underwear
Fancied education and knew what to wear
Always showed respect anytime anywhere
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn it's a new day
just good old times
Lost somewhere inside
My mind
So far and vague
Slowly drifting away
Along
With the tide
Now those days are gone
And I know it's
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Lighter flick exhale
Yeah, this some good shit
Ooh, this feel like some Wu shit:
I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it pop, hit your homie
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
this homestead day and night
Crop was good, future bright
All my brood done good in school
Had some cash, bought two mules
But when that Dust came
while you departed
I know you never looked the same
I know I always looked the same
We were stranded for years on this island
We were too good for
days reacting to what
They bring good things come our way
Followed by bad things we struggle
As best we can to gain some control
Because being helpless
sing)
"Hide me, old blest Rock of Ages";
Every day will be Sunday by and by.
Heavenly love inside the gates,
Give the world a smile each day.
They were
Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God! We drank till
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you somethin':
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you somethin':
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
the hat
And then we'll all be immigrants
Well, who'd have thought of that?
And we'll horde that sweetest luxury
Old-fashioned pornography
Images of days
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