Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old
days
Sometimes it feels like this world's
gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy.
Did lovers really fall in love to
stay
And stand beside each other, come
what may?
Was a promise really something people
kept
Not just something they would say and
then forget
Did families really bow their heads
to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout
the good old days.
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't
know
And grandpa, let's wander back into
the past
Then paint me the picture
of long ago.
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