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