Good Ol’ Days

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There was nothing like it, nothing like it in the whole wide world
The whole wide world
Everybody knew if you could play guitar you could get a girl
You could get the girl
My daddy tried hard, I couldn't play those sports
Sometimes you got a vision but it doesn't work
Ain't no one gonna hold your hand and say it's okay
Luck is not a chance, it's something you gotta make
Sometimes the best thing that can happen is you take a punch in the face
(I learned the hard way)

Good old days
I was feeling the dawn of my life
Yeah, those good old days
Looking forward to some future time
When I could look back and say they were my
Good old days
Good old days

Kicking and scratching, got a Gibson and I wrote a few songs
I'm where I belong
Own part of a house, got a pretty wife, had a few kids
Growing up strong
People say the music business is all done
When I'm feeling like I've only just begun
First, we're selling record for a couple of bucks
Then they want it free as if that wasn't enough
But you can't feed a family on a job that you can't get done
(How could I give up?)

Good old days
I've been feeling the heart of my life
Yeah, those good old days
Always racing against Father Time
Trying to remember that these are my

They sing, nah...

Alright, guys

Yeah, now, a man ain't always gonna get the things he wants
But if there's one thing that I'm hoping, I just want to make more of
(I can't get enough)

Good old days
Got me raising a glass to this life
Yeah, those good old days
They'll sneak by if you lose track of time
Good old days
Ones when everything's feeling alright
Yeah, those good old days
The only thing that is worth your time
And I'll be damned if these are the last of my
Good old days
Good old days
Good old days
These are good old days