Can you remember, brother?
The good old days, in a cotton haze
I can still see Mother, crying over Daddy's grave
She said, oh-oh-oh
And I can hear the old man say
Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight
Cause momma spoke Czech, and she couldn't read or write
So we worked the farm and played dances on the side
Cause I could pick a guitar, enough to get by
And Ed could saw the fiddle
He'd make the people dance like fire
Remember brother
The good old days
The good old days
When I could hear the old man say
Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight
Woah, Woah
Can you remember, brother?
The good old days
The good old days
Shane Smith and the Saints - Book of Joe Lyrics
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Can you remember, brother?
The good old days, in a cotton haze
I can still see Mother, crying over Daddy's grave
She said, oh-oh-oh
And I can hear the old man say
Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight
Cause momma spoke Czech, and she couldn't read or write
So we worked the farm and played dances on the side
Cause I could pick a guitar, enough to get by
And Ed could saw the fiddle
He'd make the people dance like fire
Remember brother
The good old days
The good old days
When I could hear the old man say
Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight
Woah, Woah
Can you remember, brother?
The good old days
The good old days
The good old days, in a cotton haze
I can still see Mother, crying over Daddy's grave
She said, oh-oh-oh
And I can hear the old man say
Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight
Cause momma spoke Czech, and she couldn't read or write
So we worked the farm and played dances on the side
Cause I could pick a guitar, enough to get by
And Ed could saw the fiddle
He'd make the people dance like fire
Remember brother
The good old days
The good old days
When I could hear the old man say
Pick up the slack, it don't go that way
You will learn in this life
It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight
Woah, Woah
Can you remember, brother?
The good old days
The good old days
Writer: Holden Ilseng, Shane Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.