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| Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days.
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy. Grandpa, take me back to yesterday, When the line between right and wrong didn't seem so hazy. Did lovers really fall in love to stay, Stand beside each other come what may? Was a promise really something people kept, Not just something they would say? Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away? Whoa oh, Grandpa, Tell me 'bout the good old days. Grandpa, everything is changing fast; We call it progress but I just don't know. And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past, And paint me the picture of long ago. Did lovers really fall in love to stay, Stand beside each other come what may? Was a promise really something people kept, Not just something they would say? And then forget. Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away? Whoa oh, grandpa, Tell me 'bout the good old days. Whoa oh, grandpa, Tell me 'bout the good old days. Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away? |
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| My Grandpa turned a 100 a couple of weeks ago.. He lives in Newfoundland, Canada.. Happy Birthday Grandpa.. |
