He was on his bones then Trying to get some cash Singing in strip bar He sang not bad though And all local girls said “Boy, you’ll be a star!” Keeping it on and Writing his songs in Dark room silence He dreamed of big stage But then he fell in love Got married and did what Every young man Should do at his age
Chorus: He stands by the white fence Waving to his son He smiles to his wife and Feels he’s not alone But it’s true Good old times are gone Well it’s true Good old times are gone
He’s thirty six now He drives a nice car Flowers in the yard Every Friday He meets his old friends Few beers in the bar So ordinary It looks even scary Everything is under control He stares at his son now Missing his messed up youth Deep down in his soul
Don’t want to grow old
His voice’s Still strong He smiles Singing his old song Long hair Ragged coat Desires But those times are gone
Chorus: He stands by the white fence Waving to his son He smiles to his wife and Feels he’s not alone But it’s true Good old times are gone Well it’s true Good old times are gone