Roger Creager, John Evans
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I've heard stories about the 1950's.
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Rock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's.
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Everybody says it ain't ever gonna be the same.
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But way down South the music got the mojo.
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It's all homegrown.
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You won't hear it on the radio.
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Call it what you want but to me it's the good old days.
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God knows I can't stop burning up the blacktop
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Chug a cup of coffee from the honey at the truck stop.
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Our blood starts pumping
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When we're out on a three-day run.
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Johnny's got his guitar hanging out the trunk.
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Billy's on the floorboard, I
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think he's still drunk; long road ahead, but already having fun.
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Chorus: Living here in the Good Old days
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While they're going on around us
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Thinking we've got it made
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When the music has found us.
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Ain't no need to back track I don't want to look back.
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Now we've really got it made.
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Think I'll just stay right here in the good old days.
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I know all about a hard day's labor.
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This ain't work
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It’s like picking out a flavor at the ice cream shop,
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The brunette or the redhead. I'm here singing on the local motion. I ain't getting rich
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But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want
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And right now it's the good old days.
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Chorus
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When we get old we're gonna talk about the good times;
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Fat and happy, spreading rumors through the grapevines. With any luck, we'll still be up to our old ways.
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But, we're still living where the music got the mojo.
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I know one day you're gonna hear it on the radio.
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Call it what you want
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But to me it's the good old days.
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Good Old Days
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| Roger Creager |
