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EI've heard stories about the 1950's ARock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's EEverybody says it ain't ever gonna be the Bsame EBut way down South the music got the mojo AIt's all homegrown
You won't hear it on the radio
ECall it what you want but to Bme it's the good old Edays God knows I can't stop burning up the blacktop
Chug a cup of coffee from the honey at the truck stop Our blood starts pumping When we're out on a three-day run Johnny's got his guitar hanging out the trunk Billy's on the floorboard, I think he's still drunk Long road ahead, but we're already having fun
ALiving here in the Good Old dEays While they're going on around us AThinking we've got it Emade When the good times Bhave found us EAin't no need to back track EI don't want to look back ENow we've really got it mAade EThink I'll just stay right Bhere in the good old Edays I know all about a hard day's labor This ain't work It's like picking out a flavor at the ice cream shop, The brunette or the redhead I'm here singing on the local motion I ain't getting rich But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want And right now it's the good old days
Chorus When we get old we're gonna talk about the good times Fat and happy, spreading rumors through the grapevines With any luck, we'll still be up to our old ways But, we're still living where the music got the mojo I know one day you're gonna hear it on the radio Call it what you want But to me it's the good old days Chorus