| One day about twenty-five years from now,
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| When we’ve all grown old from a-wondering how,
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| Oh we’ll all sit down at the city dump,
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| And talk about the Goodle Days.
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| Oh you’ll pass the joint and I’ll pass the wine,
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| And anything good from a-down the line.
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| A lot of good things went down one time,
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| Back in the Goodle Days.
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| Chorus:
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| And the Good Old Days are past and gone.
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| A lot of good people have done gone on.
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| That’s my life when I sing this song about
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| Back in the Goodle Days
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| Sometimes I get to thinkin' that we’re almost done,
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| And there ain’t nothin' left that we can figure out.
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| And I guess it must have seemed a lot more like that
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| Back in the Goodle Days,
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| But when ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
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| There’s always somebody don’tcha know,
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| A-hangin' round a-sayin' «Well I told you so»,
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| Back in the Goodle Days.
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| Chorus
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| Oh we’ll all join hands and we’ll gather round,
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| When that old guitar starts to make that sound.
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| A lot of good things went down downtown,
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| Back in the Goodle Days.
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| Squeezin' love with the people that we hadn’t even met,
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| Out for anything that we could get.
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| Oh we did it then and we’ll do it yet,
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| Back in the Goodle Days.
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| Chorus |