Lyrics Old Times Good Times - Stephen Stills

When I was young and needed my time alone
Jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou
Bogafalaya River was dark and cold
Seven years old, I couldn't find my way home
Old times, good times
Old times, good times
When I was twelve I learned how to play the guitar
Got myself a job in a Jack's beer bar
Got myself together, went to New Orleans
Found myself workin' for rice and beans and it was
Old times, good times
Oh, yeah
Old times, good times
New York City was so damn cold
I had to get out of that town before I got old
California, rock and roll dream
Got too high, we blew our whole scene
But we had a good time
Old times, good times
Oh, yes, we did
Old times, good times
Old times, good times, yeah
Old times, good times
Old times, good times