Merle Haggard - In The Good Old Days

Merle Haggard

In The Good Old Days

(Dolly Parton)

We got up before sunup to get the work done up
We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
We've stood and we've cried as we helplessly watched
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
And I've gone to bed hungry many nights as a lad
In the good old days when times were bad.

I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
I've seen mama lay and suffer in sickness
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad.

No ammount of money could buy from me
The mem'ries that I have of them
No ammount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again.

--- Instrumental ---

We've got up before we found ice on the floor
Where the wind would blew snow through the cracks in the wall
And I've walked many miles to an old country school
With my luch in a bag of my overalls
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad.

No ammount of money could buy from me
The mem'ries that I have of them
No ammount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again...

Mirror lyrics:

To go back and live through it again...
No ammount of money could pay me
The mem'ries that I have of them
No ammount of money could buy from me

In the good old days when times were bad.
Anything at all was more than we had
With my luch in a bag of my overalls
And I've walked many miles to an old country school
Where the wind would blew snow through the cracks in the wall
We've got up before we found ice on the floor

--- Instrumental ---

To go back and live through it again.
No ammount of money could pay me
The mem'ries that I have of them
No ammount of money could buy from me

In the good old days when times were bad.
Anything at all was more than we had
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
I've seen mama lay and suffer in sickness
And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed

In the good old days when times were bad.
And I've gone to bed hungry many nights as a lad
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
We've stood and we've cried as we helplessly watched
We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
We got up before sunup to get the work done up

(Dolly Parton)

Relevant Tags:

IIn TThe GGood OOld DDays	n he ood ld ays	nI hTe oGod lOd aDys	jn fhe hood kld xays	jIn fThe hGood kOld xDays	Ijn Tfhe Ghood Okld Dxays
9n 5he yood 9ld eays	9In 5The yGood 9Old eDays	I9n T5he Gyood O9ld Deays	ln hhe bood 0ld fays	lIn hThe bGood 0Old fDays	Iln Thhe Gbood O0ld Dfays
on yhe vood lld rays	oIn yThe vGood lOld rDays	Ion Tyhe Gvood Olld Drays	kn 6he food ild cays	kIn 6The fGood iOld cDays	Ikn T6he Gfood Oild Dcays
8n ghe tood says	8In gThe tGood Od sDays	I8n Tghe Gtood Odl Dsays	un rhe Goood Okd Daays	uIn rThe God Dys	Iun Trhe Good Olkd Dyas
Inn Gkod Ood Dzys	I Te Gkood Oold Dzays	In Teh Gokod Olod Dazys	Im Tje G9od Opd Dqys	Imn Tjhe G9ood Opld Dqays	Inm Thje Go9od Olpd Daqys
Ih Tue G0od Oldd Dsys	Ihn Tuhe G0ood Ol	Inh Thue Go0od Old Dasys	Ij Tne Glod Olx Dwys	Tnhe Glood Olxd Dways	Inj Thne Golod Oldx Dawys
Ib Tbe Giod Ole Dxys	Ibn Tbhe Giood Oled	Inb Thbe Goiod Olde Daxys	Tge Olf Dayys	Olfd Das

HOME