Well I remember when I was just children A time when people used to treat the neighbor like a fellow man And all their singin' and their big prayer meetin's When a man was proud to walk up and shake his neighbor's hand
Oh, You talk about the good times, talk about the good times Oh, if you ever needed help, a friend was there Some good neighbor, helped lift your burdens Oh and the simple joys of life your friends would share
But the times are harder and the people are changin' Today most folks couldn't tell you, who their next door neighbors are All the guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted Ain't this ol' world takin' hate and fear just a little too far
Let's talk about the good times, let's talk about the good times I wish, I could just go back to the days I'm speakin' of When a friend would meet you and a smile would greet you What this ol' world needs now is old fashioned love
Play the guitar Well alright
Well, my old granddaddy, God rest his soul now Well we had a big long talk together the day he died He said, "Son this world is so full of hate and venom An' I can't wait to leave this ol' place and rest on the other side"
"Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times When I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days We'll have a big hand shakin', sit and talk together Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away"
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