Bad Old Days by Grady
Bad Old Days lyrics
I asked my mother �bout the bad old days.
I asked my mother �bout the bad old days.
I asked my mother �bout the bad old days.
She said, �Son, these are the bad old days�.
You got to watch the backbiters tryin� to take your
place.
You got to watch the backbiters tryin� to take your
place.
You got to watch the backbiters tryin� to take your
place.
All the time they�re smilin� in your face.
Chorus:
You can�t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
You can�t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
Gotta�
Move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on
up, move on up, move on up now.
When God finds the time, he�s gonna deal your case.
When God finds the time, he�s gonna deal your case.
When God finds the time, he�s gonna deal your case.
I�m sure he�s gonna ask you �bout your bad old ways.
Chorus:
You can�t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
You can�t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
Gotta�
Move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on
up, move on up, move on up now.
Walk a little prouder. Sing a little louder. Play a
little louder.
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