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Oh some times i think back to when i was younger |
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Life was so much simpler then |
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Dad would be up at dawn |
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He'd be watering the lawn |
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Or maybe going fishing again |
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Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen |
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Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie |
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And i'd spend all day long in the basement |
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Torturing rats with a hack-saw |
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And pulling the wings off of flies |
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Those were the good old days |
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Those were the good old days |
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The years go by but the memory stays |
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And those were the good old days |
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I can still remember good old mr. fender |
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Who ran the corner grocery store |
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Oh, he'd strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile |
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And he'd say 'howdy' when you walked in the door |
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Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice |
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I don't know why i set fire to his place |
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Oh i'll never forget the day i bashed in his head |
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Well you should've seen the look on his face |
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Let me tell ya now |
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Those were the good old days |
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Those were the good old days |
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The years go by but the memory stays |
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And those were the good old days |
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Do you remember sweet michelle |
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She was my high school romance |
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She was fun to talk to and nice to smell |
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So i took her to the homecoming dance |
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Then i tied her to a chair and i shaved off all her hair |
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And i left her in the desert all alone |
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Well sometimes in my dreams |
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I can still hear the screams |
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Oh i wonder if she ever made it home |
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I tell ya |
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Those were the good old days |
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Those were the good old days |
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The years go by but the memory stays |
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And those were the good old days |
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Let me tell ya buddy |
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Those were the good old days |
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Those were the good old days |
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The years go by but the memory stays |
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And those were the good old days |
