Lyrics:
Old Times
Decline
That’s by design
It’s a condition of the age
Or at least mine
It’s the position of the stars
And now all eyes
Are on the tv in
down.
We pray for souls in Kentish Town.
A delicate hush the gods, floating by
Wishing us well, pie in the sky.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is
Started my life in an old, cold, rundown tenement slum (tenement slum)
My father left, he never even married mom
I shared the guilt my mama knew
So
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!
Two old friends of mine
I saw them only yesterday
They where there
But I got the feeling
They had gone away
And I was alone
Killing time
nobody seemed to know
So from that day on it's been me and old Giddyup go
I've made a lot of friends at all the truck stops
And some of 'em would kick
still feel the hope on your road.
Now come back to us like the days of the old.
I still feel you there, trying to get on top.
You'll always have my
me completely
A new life is mine
That is why by the cross
I will stay
I believe in a hill called Mount Calvary
I believe whatever the cost
the moss and the violet sweet
When they were trod by your bare little feet
There in the morning dew
How can you blame me when I pine
Dearie, to change
Hey homeboy how come everywhere you go you have to go by limousine man
Hey man that's my thing
I know its your thing
Every time I see you you
"She's very low," he said
I knelt down close to say
Goodbye to my baby
But I could tell by the wind
She was dead
I went down to Old Joe's Barroom
Just one time, just one more time
I'd sure love to see those old friends of mine
I'd sure love to be with them just one more time
Talkin' 'bout
late (for you)
Hey, listen!
I've have a message for you!
Listen to me!
Spoken:
You know a friend of mine
Called me the other day
By the name of Joe
forty-three dollars, my friend lost his life...
I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eye
As I shoot him with my old forty-five
'Cause a country boy
mine
Mesmerized by thoughts
Of a time when you were young
Still holding onto old attitudes
That you knew were wrong
They're old attitudes and you
in the line
She used to be a good friend of mine
Till one day she lost her mind
20 Years have gone by 20 Years have gone by
All my cares are
In a local bar called The Dirty mouse
Just not very far from my old grey house
Jim came to drink and Joe did so
He said when I'm done i just pay
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
words you spoke
Hey, that's okay - come on around and get yourself together
Won't you come on around and hold an old friend's hand
Babe, I promise
friend
He once worked the mines around Ballingarry
He once walked the rivers and glens
But there’s no going home for a straight right in Portland
Brought
shine on the mileage signs
Not much further to go
I laugh and I'm almost home
Gunnin' down an old elusive high
Did I lose you
Oh friend of mine
Is
DENTON:
This is the story you wanted to write,
Well tonight is the night that you can,
JACK:
Just get this done and by dawn's early light
you can
too much though
I know I look funny
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He
some friends over this evening
In these crazy times we live its what we're needing
Gonna kick back relax laugh just like old times
Sade in the background
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