Текст песни Roger Creager - Good Old Days
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Roger Creager, John Evans I`ve heard stories about the 1950`s. Rock`n`roll music all the way to the 60`s. Everybody says it ain`t ever gonna be the same. But way down South the music got the mojo. It`s all homegrown. You won`t hear it on the radio. Call it what you want but to me it`s the good old days. 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, Ithink he`s still drunk; long road ahead, but already having fun. Chorus: Living here in the Good Old days While they`re going on around us Thinking we`ve got it made When the music has found us. Ain`t no need to back track I don`t want to look back. Now we`ve really got it made. Think I`ll just stay right here in the good old days. 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. ChorusWhen 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.