Clint Black
The Good Old Days
He still likes the bar room's dim-lit, smoky atmosphereThe different kinds of perfume, conversations he overhearsHe's just one of many winding down or winding up the nightThe only way he knows to let loose is to hold on tight[Chorus]And he'll never lose that holdAnd he'll never change his waysThe good times won't grow oldThese are the good old daysHe's got no broken romance that sent him wondering way back whenHe carries the torch for no one, that's the way it's always beenHe's just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that lineHe knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his mind[Chorus: x2]These are the good old days
From Letras Mania