Look at the people from the good old days
There're living life in black and white
Sometimes in color but the colors fade
Oooh and it seemed so right
Look at the people at a baseball game
Hit and run on a summer day
Somebody's missing in the good old old days
Why do we want to go back there?
Cuz' you know your place
And you don't complain
And no one's making trouble
In the good old days
And they keep you down
If you try to change
We don't want nothing better
Than the good old days
Look at the flowers
Look at them grow
Look at the people from the good old days
We gotta make something better
Grandma and grandpa in the good old days
We gotta make something better
What were they hiding in the good old days?
We gotta make something better
Cruel and frightened in the good old days
You gotta make something better
Don't take me back to the good old days
Don't wanna go back to the good old days
Bobby Conn - Good Old Days Lyrics
Bobby Conn - Good Old Days Lyrics
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Look at the people from the good old days
There're living life in black and white
Sometimes in color but the colors fade
Oooh and it seemed so right
Look at the people at a baseball game
Hit and run on a summer day
Somebody's missing in the good old old days
Why do we want to go back there?
Cuz' you know your place
And you don't complain
And no one's making trouble
In the good old days
And they keep you down
If you try to change
We don't want nothing better
Than the good old days
Look at the flowers
Look at them grow
Look at the people from the good old days
We gotta make something better
Grandma and grandpa in the good old days
We gotta make something better
What were they hiding in the good old days?
We gotta make something better
Cruel and frightened in the good old days
You gotta make something better
Don't take me back to the good old days
Don't wanna go back to the good old days
There're living life in black and white
Sometimes in color but the colors fade
Oooh and it seemed so right
Look at the people at a baseball game
Hit and run on a summer day
Somebody's missing in the good old old days
Why do we want to go back there?
Cuz' you know your place
And you don't complain
And no one's making trouble
In the good old days
And they keep you down
If you try to change
We don't want nothing better
Than the good old days
Look at the flowers
Look at them grow
Look at the people from the good old days
We gotta make something better
Grandma and grandpa in the good old days
We gotta make something better
What were they hiding in the good old days?
We gotta make something better
Cruel and frightened in the good old days
You gotta make something better
Don't take me back to the good old days
Don't wanna go back to the good old days
Writer: BOBBY CONN
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Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing