Good Ol' Days

Up in the bar all smoking cigars While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start Pass me on the pain that you made into art Yeah, pierce it through my skin like a heroin dart When Someone strummin' on the strings and they're spittin' things Everybody's movin' groovin' vibes when the other sings They gon' kill you with the passion and the soul When the first verse drops, you be fighting back the tears and all While another man's crying in his beers and all While his woman is sayin' cheers to it all Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised To always sing about better days, better days Ooh ooh We'll remember this night when we're old and gray 'Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days Ooh ooh Yeah we're arm in arm as we sing away In the future these will be the good ol' days Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl Now we're all lost Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off If you play it real good, everybody sings along If you bang us out a beat, everybody move along Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on Sing a rebel song and watch us march along Won't you come along? (oh, these times are hard) And meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith They're busking on the street seven days a week Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty They play, you listen, that's plenty It's 2am now, we're dancing in the rain and all Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone These are my people, these are my crowd And I'm never too proud to sing about 'em Ooh ooh We'll remember this night when we're old and gray 'Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days Ooh ooh Yeah we're arm in arm as we sing away In the future these will be the good ol' days I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song Even the old man there with the paddy hat on Is singin' woo hoo (come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh) I got the whole place singin' yea, singin' this song Even the girl over there with the red dress on Singin' woohoo (she singin', ooh ooh) Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin' yeah, singin' this tune And the guys over there with the big tattoos Are singin' woohoo, drinkin' and singin', ooh ooh The emo girls with the college degrees And the tag along friends with the fake ID's Singin' woohoo, oh singin' yeah Ooh ooh, we're arm in arm as we sing away In the future these will be the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol' days, yeah The good ol' days