Old Times Good Times

When I was young and needed my time alone Jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou Bogafalaya River was dark and cold Seven years old, I couldn't find my way home Old times, good times Old times, good times When I was twelve I learned how to play the guitar Got myself a job in a Jack's beer bar Got myself together, went to New Orleans Found myself workin' for rice and beans and it was Old times, good times Oh, yeah Old times, good times New York City was so damn cold I had to get out of that town before I got old California, rock and roll dream Got too high, we blew our whole scene But we had a good time Old times, good times Oh, yes, we did Old times, good times Old times, good times, yeah Old times, good times Old times, good times