Lyrics:
Good artists copy great artists steal
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
Rah, rah, rumble seats and running boards
Them was the good old days
Knee pants and dime a dance girls, oh, lord
Them was the good old days
Them
Gimme that old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
Gimme that old time religion
It's good enough for me.
It was good for the Hebrew
a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town, whoa oh,
In the good old summertime
In the good old summertime
Strollin' through the shady lanes
With my baby, mine
I hold her hand and she holds mine
to take a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town
Dirty old town,
In the good old summertime, in the good old summertime
Strolling through the shady lane with your baby mine
You hold her hand and she holds yours
Whoa, Sally used to carry my books to school
Sally was a good old girl
Ah, she helped me with my homework ‘cause I was a fool
Sally was a good old
couldn't find my way home
Old times, good times
Old times, good times
When I was twelve, I learned how to play the guitar
Got myself a job in a jax
an artist is a fragile life
And it's something I have always believed
The memory cuts like a knife
All the good that I did was for nothing (ah)
All
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
and the dear ones
The old and the young
A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is
waitin' for you
Lookout Joe, you're comin' home
Old times were good times
Old times were good times
Remember Millie from down in Philly?
She took
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasure
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards
hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas (war is over)
For weak and for strong (if you want it)
The rich and the poor ones
waitin' for you
Lookout Joe, you're comin' home
Old times were good times
Old times were good times
Remember Millie from down in Philly?
She took
Sally used to carry my books to school
(Sally was a good old girl)
Helped me with my homework 'cause I was a fool
(Sally was a good old girl)
can't break (uh)
That's the one, do music for fun
Give deals to artists (yeah)
Pull up to the office (yeah)
Yeah, I'm from the project so quadruple
hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Christmas (war is over)
For weak and for strong (if you want it)
The rich and the poor ones
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with simple pleasure
Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards
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