Good Ol' Days
Up in the bar all smoking cigarsWhile we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jarTalkin' 'bout them better days are not that farWhoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitarYou play a sad song, yea sing it from the heartTell a sad story, yea tell it from the startPass me on the pain that you made into artYeah, piercin' through my skin like a heroin dartWhen someone's strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things,Everybody's movin', groovin' vibes when the other singsThey're gonna kill you with their passion and their soulWhen the first verse drops, you'll be fightin' back the tears and allWhile another man's crying in his beers and allWhile his woman's sayin' cheers to it allAin't no shame in the game, just the way we were raisedFor all we sing about better days, better days
Ooh oohOoh oohOh, we'll remember this night when we're old and grayCause in the future these will be the good ol' daysOoh oohOoh oohOh and we're arm in arm as we sing awayIn the future this will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawlNow we're all lostBetter live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna costSo get up on that piano boy and play your ass offYou're playing real good, everybody sing alongIf your bang is out of beat, everybody move alongPlay us somethin' real we can hang our hopes onSing a rebel song and watch us march alongWon't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet KeithThey're bustin' on the streets seven days a weekPay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it emptyThey play, you listen, that's plentyIt's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uhHanging out of each other like the pain is goneThese are my people, these are my crowdAnd I'm never too proud to sing about
Ooh oohOoh oohOh, we'll remember this night when we're old and grayCause in the future these will be the good ol' daysOoh oohOoh oohOh and we're arm in arm as we sing awayIn the future these will be the good ol' daysThe good ol', the good ol' days...
Oh I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this songEven the old man there with the paddy hat onSingin' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh oohI got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this songEven the girl over there with the red dress onSingin' ooh ooh, she singin', ooh oohOh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yea, singin' these tunesAnd the guys over there with the big tattoosAre singin' ooh ooh, drinkin' and singin', ooh oohThe emo girls with the college degreesAnd the tag along friends with the fake ID'sSingin' ooh ooh
Ooh oohOoh oohOh and we're arm in arm as we sing awayIn the future these will be the good ol' daysThe good ol', the good ol' days...
The good ol' days, yeahThe good ol' days