Текст песни The Good Old Days - Clint Black

He still likes the bar room's
Dim-lit, smoky atmosphere
The different kinds of perfume,
Conversations he overhears
He's just one of many winding down
Or winding up the night
The only way he knows to let loose
Is to hold on tight.

Chorus:
And he'll never lose that hold
He'll never change his ways
The good times won't grow old
These are the good old days.

He's got no broken romance
That sent him wondering way back when
He carries the torch for no one,
That's the way it's always been
He's just one of the chosen few
Who won't push or tow that line
He knows he'd only lose his heart,
He'd never lose his mind.

Chorus:
Oh, And he'll never lose that hold
He'll never change his ways
The good times won't grow old
These are the good old days.

Chorus:
Oh, And he'll never lose that hold
He'll never change his ways
The good times won't grow old
These are the good old days.

These are the good old days...