Good Old Days Lyrics by Jimmy Mccracklin
I was born on a farm, belonged to a man named Jack (do we ooh's)
Down in Arkansas, my home was a run down shack (do we ooh's)
People would work all week, waiting for Saturday to come (do we ooh's)
Cause' they could take $10 and have a weekend of fun (do we ooh's)
Friday night we'd fish fry, Saturday we'd dance(ooh, Sat...)
Sunday we'd go to church and Monday right back to work(ooh, right...)
That was the good old days (the good old days)
Now there was 3 boys and 7 girls, in our family (do we ooh's)
We never went a day hungry cause' we always had plenty to eat (do we ooh's)
Speaking of soul cooking Mama, really new how (do we ooh's)
And we had plenty milk and butter
Cause' Papa had his own milking cow (do we ooh's)
Friday night we'd fish fry, Saturday we'd dance (ooh, Sat...)
Sunday we'd go to church and Monday right back to work (ooh, right...)
That was the good old days (the good old days)
Bridge
No fancy cars to drive, ride or use (ooh's)
The only ride we had was a wagon and mule (ride that mule)
There's a town called Helena and 2 places I used to go (do we ooh's)
One was a Chinese cafe
And the other one was called Papa Joe's (do we ooh's)
Saturday night we'd party, and party from 8 to 8 (do we ooh's)
At Papa Joe's in the alley
And the Chinese cafe (do we ooh's)
Friday night we'd fish fry, Saturday we'd dance(ooh, Sat...)
Sunday we'd go to church and Monday right back to work(ooh, right...)
That was the good old days (the good old days)
Music Solo
Repeat bridge and 3rd verse
Vamp
Friday night we'd fish fry, Saturday we'd dance(ooh, Sat...)
Sunday we'd go to church and Monday right back to work(ooh, right...)
That was the good old days (the good old days)
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