I remember how once upon a time
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Before I could even phone you I had to borrow a dime
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I had nothing to give you and still you said you'd be mine
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Lord these were the good years
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A big night on the town for us used to be
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Just two glasses of wine on our first anniversary
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Oh I know you could have more but you stuck by me those were the sweet years
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But I wasn't happy though you were complained
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I wanted to give you more than just my name
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I wanted to buy you not wine but champagne and then came the hard years
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Cause I started working harder and longer than ever before
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Just to buy you all the things that you never even asked me for
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And I never noticed but you changed more and more those were the sad years
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But the price of success just kept goin' up
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And even when I had it all I didn't want to stop
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For some reason it became importanted to me to stay on the top
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Those were the selfish years
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And then I stopped one minute of my busy day
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I felt like something was missing and what I couldn't say
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And when I realized that it was love that had died away and then came the bad years
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(Then came the bad years)
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And Then Came The Bad Years
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| Bill Anderson |
