Daddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the old time ways
Daddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the good old days
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the good old days
So whenever your father gets you up on his knee and says,
Why back then, kid, there were strawberries big as baseballs
And raspberries round as your arm
There were peaches big as watermelons
Just a-growin' on that Georgia farm
And there were rows of yellow sweet corn
Growin' in the morning light
Why, kid, you know we'd plant them on a Monday morning
And then we'd eat them on a Friday night
Tell him!
Daddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the old time ways
Daddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the good old days
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the good old days
Why, back then, nobody got in trouble
And nobody got in fights
There were no drinkin' moonshine whiskey
And there were no stayin' out all night
At the old town school of folk music
Everybody worked like horses
And they never stopped to take a rest
Everybody had religion
And everybody done their best
So, daddy, don't you tell no lies
Talkin' bout the old time ways
Daddy, don't you tell no lies
Talkin' bout the good old days
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the good old days
Now, back when this song was originally recorded
by that famous rock and roll singing group, the Swinettes
A lot of us have outgrown that era of music, but
Those 16 robed ladies at the back of the stage
Clappin' their hands in time
Not the way we clap today, like clap, clap, clap
But it was clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Come on, clap, clap
Oh yeah
Daddy, don't you tell no lies
Talkin' bout the old time ways
Daddy, don't you tell no lies
Talkin' bout the good old days
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the good old days
Well, the way the Swinettes really used to sing this song
You'd sing, daddy, don't you tell no lies
And they'd go, lies
Talkin' bout the old time ways
Daddy, don't you tell no lies
Come on, lies
Talkin' bout the good old days
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the good old days
One more time for the Swinettes
Daddy, don't you tell no lies
Talkin' bout the old time ways
Daddy, don't you tell no lies
Talkin' bout the good old days
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the good old days
Well, back then, kids
Everybody was a neighbor
And every neighbor was a friend
Why, you know, children listened to their parents
And women listened to their men
You know, we didn't have no troublemakers
Just a-starin' up the countryside
Like Anita Bryant
You know, everybody knew their places
And everyone was satisfied
Oh, but daddy, don't you tell no lies
Come on, lies
Talkin' bout the old time ways
Daddy, don't you tell no lies
Come on, lies
Talkin' bout the good old
Talkin' bout the good old
Talkin' bout the good old
Talkin' bout the good old
Talkin' bout the good old days
Oh yeah, talkin' bout the good old days
applause