Lyrics Bad Old Days - Big Sugar
I
asked
my
mother
'bout
the
bad
old
days
I
asked
my
mother
'bout
the
bad
old
days
I
asked
my
mother
'bout
the
bad
old
days
She
said,
"Son,
these
are
the
bad
old
days"
Move
on
up,
move
on
up
You've
got
to
watch
the
back-biters
tryin'
to
take
your
place
Watch
the
back-biters
tryin'
to
take
your
place
Watch
the
back-biters
tryin'
to
take
your
place
All
the
time
they're
smilin'
in
your
face
You
can't
trust
your
brother
You
disrespect
your
sister
You
got
to
Move
on
up,
move
on
up
Move
on
up,
move
on
up
Move
on
up,
move
on
up
Move
on
up
a
little
Move
on
up
a
little
higher
When
God
finds
the
time,
he's
gonna
deal
your
case
When
God
finds
the
time,
he's
gonna
deal
your
case
When
God
finds
the
time,
he's
gonna
deal
your
case
I'm
sure
He's
gonna
ask
you
'bout
your
bad
old
days
Well,
sing
a
little
louder
Look
a
little
harder
Sons
and
daughters
Walk
a
little
prouder
Sing
a
little
louder
Move
on
up,
move
on
up
Move
on
up,
move
on
up
Move
on
up,
move
on
up
Move
on
up
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