Up in the morning, before the dawn, Grandma working on the farm with a one-horse plow
in the stony ground till the sun went down.
Though she tried to carry on with Grandpa sick and the kids all gone,
she ended up living all alone in an empty home.
Good old days, where have you gone?
The roads are heavy and the roads are long.
Down the years we've been far away, it was hard, hard times in the good old days.
Dad and Kacky looked so fine in the photographs he'd left behind,
and Mama, she screamed out his name when the letter came.
So he kept on like you're supposed to do, Mama quit one job and she took on two.
With an aching back and a broken heart, she just fell apart.
Good old days, where have you gone?
The roads are heavy and the roads are long.
Down the years we've been far away, it was hard, hard times in the good old days.
And the eyes show from door to door the scars of those that go up poor,
like Ma and Grandma in their prime of just doing time.
Though they worked and did their best, they're better off now gone to rest,
for though they tried to live on, love is just not enough.
Good old days, where have you gone?
The roads are heavy and the roads are long.
Down the years we've been far away, it was hard, hard times in the good old days.
Good old days, where have you gone?
The roads are heavy and the roads are long.
Down the years we've been far away, it was hard, hard times in the good old days.
Good old days, where have you gone?
The roads are heavy and the roads are long.
Down the years we've been far away, it was hard, hard times in the good old days.
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