All the good times are past and gone all the good
times are past and gone All the good times are
past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do

I can still see my mama bend over that ol' washpot
And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze
on the spot My pa eatin' them flapjacks and
yellin' for more And the kids makin' tracks across
mama's clean floor But all them good times are
past and gone now all the good times are gone

Well you could look for miles down a winding
railroad track And see train a leavin' and hear
one comin' back And with a cloud of blue up over
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that you once read But all them good times are
past and gone now all the good times are gone All
the good times are past and gone what's left for a
poor boy to do

And go down on that river when the big boats make
their run And the canepoles grow so thick they
block up the sun Just smell that coffee boilin' in
an old tin can And that hot grease poppin' in the
fryin' pan But all them good times are past and
gone now all them good times are gone All the good
times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy
to do