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Seems the good times have finally come to pass Make way for bad times, soon to cross our path When my father was a young man, he got Mickey Mantle's autograph And with the Ms shaped like the moon, he would contemplate the stars And wish the good times would never come to pass No, they just don't make 'em like that no more No, they just don't make 'em like they used to When my mother was nineteen, she'd dance to Tina, Tina Turner And the hallway'd bеcome a catwalk, and she'd go to the show No, thеy just don't make 'em like that no more Well rock me, baby, oh, rock me, child I miss the good times, Mama, they've gone out of style And I don't remember how it feels to dance, goodbye to good times By way the crow flies, it could take all night By way the crow flies, it could take 900 miles When my sister was a kid, she lit a lantern and sent it to the night She asked, "How far will it fly? And where will it land when it falls outta the sky?" By way the crow flies, it could go all night Sometimes the good, sometimes the good die young (Otis Redding) Sometimes the good survive (Diane Lane) When I was a little boy, I wanted to live and breathe inside a song Well how about this one Letras de canciones Sometimes the good die young, and sometimes they survive Well, Mickey, Tina, Otis, Diane, goddamn Well rock me, baby, oh, rock me, child I miss the good times, mama, they've gone out of style And I don't remember how it feels to dance, goodbye to good times Oh, rock me, baby, oh, rock me, child I miss the good times, mama, they've gone out of style And I don't remember how it feels to dance, goodbye to good times Well this is a photograph, a window to the past Of a family growing old, inside the boxing ring of time In Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Tennessee From Letras Mania