| Well, there ain’t nobody wants to get stoned here any more
|
| We both walked across Texas, all over the old dance floor
|
| But those days are gone, like a rolling stone
|
| Yeah, they’re gone with the wind, they’re coming back again
|
| Yo, that’s just wrong
|
| Those days are gone, hey, then I moved on
|
| Not even Alan Clow, on the radio
|
| Those Days are gone
|
| I miss the all night, getting right, crank it up, country sound
|
| That honky tonk, and beer joint, roughneck crowd
|
| Those days are gone, like a rolling stone
|
| Oh, they’re are gone with the wind, won’t be back again
|
| We want some Haggard and drunk
|
| Those days are gone, say that I moved on
|
| Hey, I’m a dinosaur, I want some swinging doors
|
| Those days are gone
|
| (Now, I know that I ain’t the only one out here, you know, that feels like me
|
| And if your singing a long to this song, then I guess you agree)
|
| Those days are gone, like a rolling stone
|
| Say they’re gone with the wind, they’re coming back again
|
| I want some Haggard and drunk
|
| Those days are gone, Yeah, then I’ve moved on
|
| No David Alan Clow, on the radio
|
| Those days are gone
|
| No David Alan Clow, on the radio
|
| Those days are gone |