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• Artiste: Owsley
• Titre: Good Old Days
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I went back home the other dayTo see some old friends that I used to knowIt was strange to see what all had changedBut just like me my hometown had to growOn lazy Sunday afternoonsWe used to drive around the neighborhoodBut as I look around I seeThat nothing really looks the way it shouldThere's a parking lot where the church used to beAnd the old town drunk changed his waysStill my mind goes wandering down memory laneLooking 'round for the good old daysMy high-school sweetheart's married offWith two kids and another on the wayAnd my coach I hardly recognizedHis thick black hair has slowly turned to greyAll the debutantes and the homecoming queenHave taken kids on to raiseStill my mind goes wandering down memory laneLooking 'round for the good old daysWhen I find myself romancing nowOf the way that it used to beI can't help thinking somedayThat it's coming back to meBut I've never been the kindTo see the forest for the treesLooking back on yesterdayNever was my favorite thing to doBut that's OK it's just as wellIt's seems as though there's less to hold on toThere's a parking lot where the church used to beAnd the old town drunk changed his waysStill my mind goes wandering down memory laneLooking 'round for the good old days