| Well I remember when I was just children
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| The time the people used to treat the neighbor like a fellow man
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| Them all day singin' and them big prayer meetins
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| When a man was proud to walk up and shake on his neighbors hand
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| Oh you talk about the good times
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| Talk about the good times
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| If you ever needed help a friend was there
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| Now some good neighbor
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| Would help lift your burden
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| And the simple joys of life a friend would share
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| The times are harder and the people are changin'
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| Today most folks couldn’t tell you who their next door neighbors are
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| All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
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| Ain’t this ol' world takin' hate and fear just a little too far
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| Oh you talk about the good times
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| Talk about the good times
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| I wish I could just go back to the days I’m speakin' of
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| When a friend would meet you
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| And a smile would greet you
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| What this ol' world needs now is a more old fashioned love
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| My old granddaddy God rest his soul
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| Well we had a big long talk together the day he died
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| Said son this world is so full of hate and venom
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| That I can’t wait to leave this ol' place and rest on the other side
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| Oh you talk about the good times, we’re gonna have a good time
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| Gonna have a good time
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| I’m gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
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| Have a big hand shakin'
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| Sit and talk together
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| Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our cares away
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| Oh you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
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| Talk about the good times
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| I’m gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
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| Have a big hand shakin'
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| Sit and talk together
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| Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our cares away |