I was on the phone
With an old friend back home
Talkin' shit and laughing
Like we used to
Man, how do you make your rent
With that crooked government?
And what y'all been up to
Since high school?
I heard that Davy joined the Navy
Little Joe is on wife number three
I'm just wondering what in
God's name happened to those
Good old bad times
Girls with tan lines
Young and wild and free
Lord, they sound so good to me
Well, I guess we all grow up
Find a way to fill the cup
Struggle like so many did before us
Some make it to the city
Some stay in their hometowns
Some live alone like Buddha
In the forest
How can somebody find a future?
If they ain't got a foothold in the past?
Maybe I'm just another
Old-fashioned sucker for them
Good old bad times
Young and sad times
Broke as broke could be
Lord, sounds so good to me
Sometimes I get so lost
In the backwoods of my mind
How many ways
Can you re-live all your yesterdays?
Good old bad times,
Girls with tan lines
On that MTV
Lord, sounds so good to me
Sometimes I think about that girl
Who ran away from home
I start to wonder if
She ever made it
You think that you can tell
How somebody might turn out
But the truth is that it's
Much more complicated
Remember that old punk who played the guitar?
I heard that he's a millionaire
I saw him on the TV in some big-time concert
singing...
Good old bad times
Girls with tan lines
Young and wild and free
Good old bad times
Drinking Cheerwine
On that MTV
Lord, sounds good to me
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