Every friday nights the same round here, we gather round for a couple beers
take a stroll down memory lane and talk about the good ole days
the parties and the games we won,
the girls, the cars, the pranks the fun
we carry on about ‘em now, but we weren’t always laughing bout

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that semester danny couldn´t sit
cause of where that buck shot hit
trying to tp old man wilson’s place
how billy worried every month
that the preachers daughter was
gonna show up at his door three weeks late
I guess life is best remembered through a rose colored haze
but how great really were the good ole days

We throw some darts and shoot some pool, and talk about the girls we knew
the ones we loved, the ones we chased, first time we got to second base
hanging out in parking lots, drinking beer and dodging cops
it all seems so funny now but back then we weren’t laughing bout

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that fall hank didn´t leave his house
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had state in his hands but dropped the ball
when jay fell asleep smoking grass
in a poisen ivy patch
stayed home and scratched senior prom
I guess life is best remembered through a rose colored haze
but how great really were the good ole days

Memories age just like fine wine
the bitter justget sweeter with time

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that friday night when billy snuck out and wrecked his daddy’s truck
and got shipped off to military school
that summer “shorty” earned his name, reputation down the drain
when he lost his trunks diving in the pool
I guess life is best remembered thru a rose colored haze
but how great really were the good ole days

Song title: the good ole days
publisher(s) bryan simpson/encore entertainment dba mr. noise music,
writer(s) matt rossi/bed roll music, wade kirby/big red tractor music