Those good old days were not so good to me Back on the farm in 1933 Depression took most everything we had Those good old days were mostly pretty bad Those good old days were pretty low and mean With corn meal mush and sometimes streak o' lean Picking up coal along the railroad tracks Why would you want to have those hard times back?
Tip your hat, wave goodbye The good old days is just a lie
Those good old days, they broke my family down Just like a plow in steep and rocky ground Those hard times tore my family all apart I still can feel that cold wind in my heart
Tip your hat, wave goodbye The good old days is just a lie
No I don't say that everything was bad There was some might good times that we had But you can't spend the silver sun and moon And you can't eat a lonesome fiddle tune
So tell me why you'd ever want to go Back to a time you didn't really know Those good old days were awfully hard on me So for God's sake let 'em be
Tip your hat, wave goodbye The good old days is just a lie.