Seems the good times
Have finally come to pass
Make way for bad times
Soon to cross our path
When my father was a young man
He got Mickey Mantle's autograph
And with the Ms shaped like the moon
He would contemplate the stars
And wish the good times
Would never come to pass
No, they just don't
Make 'em like that no more
No, they just don't
Make 'em like they used to
When my mother was 19
She'd dance to Tina
Tina Turner
And the hallway bеcome a catwalk
And she'd go to the show
No, thеy just don't
Make 'em like that no more
Well rock me, baby
Oh, rock me, child
I miss the good times, Mama
They've gone out of style
And I don't remember
How it feels to dance
Goodbye to good times
By way the crow flies
It could take all night
By way the crow flies
It could take 900 miles
When my sister was a kid
She lit a lantern
And sent it to the night
She asked how far will it fly
And where will it land when it falls outta the sky
By way the crow flies
It could go all night
Sometimes the good
Sometimes the good die young (Otis Redding)
Sometimes the good
Survive (Diane Lane)
When I was a little boy
I wanted to live and breathe inside a song
Well, how 'bout this one?
Sometimes the good
Die young and sometimes they survive
Well, Mickey, Tina, Otis, Diane, goddamn
Well rock me, baby
Oh, rock me, child
I miss the good times, Mama
They've gone out of style
And I don't remember
How it feels to dance
Goodbye to good times
Oh, rock me, baby
Oh, rock me, child
I miss the good times, Mama
They've gone out of style
And I don't remember
How it feels to dance
Goodbye to good times
Well, this is a photograph
A window to the past
Of a family growing old
Inside the boxing ring of time
In Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Tennessee
