Daddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the old time waysDaddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the good old daysOh yeah, talkin' bout the good old daysSo whenever your father gets you up on his knee and says,Why back then, kid, there were strawberries big as baseballsAnd raspberries round as your armThere were peaches big as watermelonsJust a-growin' on that Georgia farmAnd there were rows of yellow sweet cornGrowin' in the morning lightWhy, kid, you know we'd plant them on a Monday morningAnd then we'd eat them on a Friday nightTell him!Daddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the old time waysDaddy, don't you tell no lies Talkin' bout the good old daysOh yeah, talkin' bout the good old daysWhy, back then, nobody got in troubleAnd nobody got in fightsThere were no drinkin' moonshine whiskeyAnd there were no stayin' out all nightAt the old town school of folk musicEverybody worked like horsesAnd they never stopped to take a restEverybody had religionAnd everybody done their bestSo, daddy, don't you tell no liesTalkin' bout the old time waysDaddy, don't you tell no liesTalkin' bout the good old daysOh yeah, talkin' bout the good old daysNow, back when this song was originally recordedby that famous rock and roll singing group, the SwinettesA lot of us have outgrown that era of music, butThose 16 robed ladies at the back of the stageClappin' their hands in timeNot the way we clap today, like clap, clap, clapBut it was clap, clap, clap, clap, clapCome on, clap, clapOh yeahDaddy, don't you tell no liesTalkin' bout the old time waysDaddy, don't you tell no liesTalkin' bout the good old daysOh yeah, talkin' bout the good old daysWell, the way the Swinettes really used to sing this songYou'd sing, daddy, don't you tell no liesAnd they'd go, liesTalkin' bout the old time waysDaddy, don't you tell no liesCome on, liesTalkin' bout the good old daysOh yeah, talkin' bout the good old daysOne more time for the SwinettesDaddy, don't you tell no liesTalkin' bout the old time waysDaddy, don't you tell no liesTalkin' bout the good old daysOh yeah, talkin' bout the good old daysWell, back then, kidsEverybody was a neighborAnd every neighbor was a friendWhy, you know, children listened to their parentsAnd women listened to their menYou know, we didn't have no troublemakersJust a-starin' up the countrysideLike Anita BryantYou know, everybody knew their placesAnd everyone was satisfiedOh, but daddy, don't you tell no liesCome on, liesTalkin' bout the old time waysDaddy, don't you tell no liesCome on, liesTalkin' bout the good oldTalkin' bout the good oldTalkin' bout the good oldTalkin' bout the good oldTalkin' bout the good old daysOh yeah, talkin' bout the good old daysapplause