Good Ol' Days

Tell me you remember the first weekend of September, we were drinkin' down at the park

Didn't know what we were doin' or what we thought that we were provin', we were lit up way before it got dark

We were always raisin' hell, tryin' to keep ourselves from jail, breakin' hearts and sometimes breakin' bones

We were fightin' with each other, just one brother against brother, we were breakin' out of broken homes

God bless our poor sweet mothers

Talkin' 'bout the good ol' days

Talk about good ol' days

Talk about who's escaped

Talk about our foolish ways

Were they such good ol' days?

Talk about good ol' days

Talk about who's the same

Talk about them good ol' days

We were runnin' on the roof, ya know I gotta tell the truth, we were climbin' up there just to get high

Junior took the car from Pops and we were hidin' from the cops on a Dundalk Baltimore summer night

Maybe I was lucky, drinkin' booze from East Kentucky, just hangin' out with all of my brothers

I gotta tell ya, we were some foolish mother****

Talkin' 'bout the good ol' days

Talk about good ol' days

Talk about who's escaped

Talk about our foolish ways

Were they such good ol' days?

Talk about good ol' days

Talk about who's the same

Talk about them good ol' days, yeah

Remember that time that we went down to the park drinkin'

Yeah

Talkin' 'bout good ol' days

Talk about good ol' days

Talk about who's escaped

Talk about our foolish ways

Were they such good ol' days?

Talk about good ol' days

Talk about who's the same

Talk about them good ol' days