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CI've heard stories about the 1950's FRock'n'roll music all the way to the 60's CEverybody says it ain't ever gonna be the Gsame CBut way down South the music got the mojo FIt's all homegrown
You won't hear it on the radio
CCall it what you want but to Gme it's the good old Cdays 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
FLiving here in the Good Old dCays While they're going on around us FThinking we've got it Cmade When the good times Ghave found us CAin't no need to back track CI don't want to look back CNow we've really got it mFade CThink I'll just stay right Ghere in the good old Cdays 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