Lyrics:
Oh, John Dillon James was my good time country buddy
Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last days away
He was just a hired farm hand, worked
been by my side
Since we've been 50 years old
And we're both 85
Oh baby
Oh
All this time you've been
By my side
You will complete my life
And you'll
looking for a little miss to kiss me
I went away I'm alone now
But I can't be afraid I got that Old Town Sound
Oh I passed my days in the Old Town
But I
tomorrow
It's what she wants
It's what she wants
Living every minute
Loving every day
From the porch swing where she's in it
She can feel the old tree sway
of the morning light
It cruises by and disappears without a trace
And it's a good day, for all we've worked for to hit the dust
And it's a good time, that by & by
life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Beach house by the docks,
clown, don't talk to me
Like that, looking stupid of course.
Living day by day and you ain't hard.
Trick, hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my
like Chuck Close
I'm old school like Aztecs but new in other aspects
If you want sex with me be prepared for bad sex and slapstick
Even Chapstick won't
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
a fucking vampire
You take the blood, you leave the fear
You're a broken record
The same old shit, year by year
The monster - is in my brain
It's a good day
Hey, you know this that old shit
It's that erm
That shit my dad used to listen to and shit
I rip this motherfucker
We're gonna have a good day
I'm here, I'm born, who would have thought I
showed up as a star up in the dark sky
Created by someone that had a dream
I'm drifting away on this
some drinks
If you make your way to everyone
It'll take all ten days
Country music concerts
Tractor Pulls and Derbies
Followed by the fellowship
wouldn't we be orange if we were pumpkins
sitting in a middle of a patch
dreaming of the day that we get noticed
watching as a hayride tractor passed
the morning and I see your face
Maybe this is all just a dream
Lying and I'm thinking of the good old days
Maybe all of this could be real
I wake up in
what a day
How's your boy been?
Nothing to do
It's up to you
I've got nothing to say
But it's O.K.
Good morning, good morning
Good morning,
got a mom to make me feel so warm
After all they want to harm till the universe is formed
Take me back to the good old days, please
Can I go back when
to her side that day and she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him
good to a boy with mud on his feet
And I'm wishing these days I could strip to my soul
And go for a dip in the old swimmin' hole
A symbol of our
money left
It's Hell givin up the best years
The best years of your soul
Payin bills from the day you're born, good God
Your body starts gettin old
I don't want you to lose me
Cuz I want you
I don't
I don't
I don't really know
It's so
So old
Sitting here while my
Days go days go days go by
Days
[Watcha out!]
愉快になるまで[Day by day!]
Cha, cha, cha Chant in the way you want
Good luck through the rest of your life.
Moocha, Koocha 苦しい時は [Watcha out!]
[Verse 1]
You say you don't know what you’re gonna do
Without the good old days that you once knew
It's getting harder and harder, every day
To live
Surrounded by the sea
Now we're singing and marrying
With friends and family
Those who were there while we were young
We'd discuss the good old days with
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