Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days. Sometimes it feels, like this world's gone crasy... Grandpa, take me back to yesterday. When the line between right and wrong... Didn't seem so hazy. Did lovers really fall in love to stay... And stand behind each other come what may? Was a promise really something people kept... Not just something they would say? Did families really bow their heads and pray? Did daddie's really never go away? Oh Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days. Grandpa, everything is changing fast... We call it progress, but I just don't know. And grandpa, lets wander back into the past... And paint me a picture of long ago. Did lovers really fall in love to stay? And stand beside each other come what may? Was a promise really something people kept? Not just something they would say... and then forget? ' Did families really bow thier heads and pray? Did daddie's really never go away? Oh Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days. Oh Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days. Families really bow thier heads and pray Daddie's never really go away... |
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