Good Old Days

A crying mother Holds her baby tight She won't let go She doesn't know A man in uniform Stands at the door Don't try to run He'll have a gun These are the Good Old Days We'll remember when we get old These are the Good Old Days That make us feel so cold The voice of the few Ring oh so clear They take the worst But no one's first These are the Good Old Days We'll remember when we get old These are the Good Old Days That make us feel so cold