Good Old Bad Times

Lyrics

I was on the phone With an old friend back home Talkin' shit and laughing Like we used to Man, how do you make your rent With that crooked government? And what y'all been up to Since high school? I heard that Davy joined the Navy Little Joe is on wife number three I'm just wondering what in God's name happened to those Good old bad times Girls with tan lines Young and wild and free Lord, they sound so good to me Well, I guess we all grow up Find a way to fill the cup Struggle like so many did before us Some make it to the city Some stay in their hometowns Some live alone like Buddha In the forest How can somebody find a future? If they ain't got a foothold in the past? Maybe I'm just another Old-fashioned sucker for them Good old bad times Young and sad times Broke as broke could be Lord, sounds so good to me Sometimes I get so lost In the backwoods of my mind How many ways Can you re-live all your yesterdays? Good old bad times Girls with tan lines On that MTV Lord, sounds so good to me Sometimes I think about that girl Who ran away from home I start to wonder if She ever made it You think that you can tell How somebody might turn out But the truth is that it's Much more complicated Remember that old punk who played the guitar? I heard that he's a millionaire I saw him on the TV in some big-time concert Singing… Good old bad times Girls with tan lines Young and wild and free Good old bad times Drinking Cheerwine On that MTV Lord, sounds good to me