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Can you remember, brother? The good old days, in a cotton haze I can still see Mother, crying over Daddy's grave She said, oh-oh-oh And I can hear the old man say Pick up the slack, it don't go that way You will learn in this life It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight 'Cause momma spoke Czech, and she couldn't read or write So we worked the farm and played dances on the side 'Cause I could pick a guitar enough to get by And Ed could saw the fiddle He'd make the people dance like fire Remember brother The good old days The good old days When I could hear the old man say Pick up the slack, it don't go that way You will learn in this life It's a rich man's war and it's a poor man's fight Whoa. Whoa Can you remember, brother? The good old days The good old days From Letras Mania