Good Ol' Days - Acoustic
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Up in the bar, all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talking 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine, you better bring the guitar
Play a sad song, yeah, sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yeah, tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yeah, pierce it through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings, and they're spittin' things
Everybody's movin', groovin', vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with the passion and the soul
When the first verse drops, you'd be fighting back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all (cheers to it all)
Ain't no shame in the game, it's just the way we were raised
To always sing about better days, better days
Ooh, ooh
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
'Cause in the future, these will be the good ol' days (ooh, ooh)
Oh, yeah, we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future, these will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off
What started as a pub crawl, now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano, boy, you play your ass off
If you play it real good, everybody sing along
If you bang us out a beat, everybody move along
Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along (oh, these times are hard)
Won't you come along?
And meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith (yeah, yeah)
They're busking on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty
They play, you listen, that's plenty
It's 2 a.m. now, we're dancing in the rain and all
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about 'em ('bout 'em)
Ooh, ooh
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
'Cause in the future, these will be the good ol' days (ooh, ooh)
Oh, yeah, we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future, these will be the good ol' days (the good ol', the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days, the good ol', the good ol' days
Oh, I got the whole place singin', yeah, singin' this song
Even the old men there with the paddy hats on singin' (ooh)
Go on sing it (ooh), woo, oh, yeah
I got the whole place singin', yeah, singin' this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on singin' (ooh, ooh), ooh-hoo
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin', yeah, singin' this tune
Even the guys over there with the big tattoos are singin' (ooh)
Oh, we're drinkin' and singin' (ooh)
Yeah, got the emo girls with the college degrees
And their tag along friends with the fake ID's singin' (ooh)
Oh, yeah, singin' (ooh)
Ooh, yee
Ooh, ooh
Oh, yeah, we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future, these will be the good ol' days (the good ol', the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
In the future, these will be the good ol' days, yeah
The good old days
Ooh, ooh
Up in the bar, all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talking 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine, you better bring the guitar
Play a sad song, yeah, sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yeah, tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yeah, pierce it through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's strummin' on the strings, and they're spittin' things
Everybody's movin', groovin', vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with the passion and the soul
When the first verse drops, you'd be fighting back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's sayin' cheers to it all (cheers to it all)
Ain't no shame in the game, it's just the way we were raised
To always sing about better days, better days
Ooh, ooh
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
'Cause in the future, these will be the good ol' days (ooh, ooh)
Oh, yeah, we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future, these will be the good ol' days
Ten o'clock and it's off
What started as a pub crawl, now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano, boy, you play your ass off
If you play it real good, everybody sing along
If you bang us out a beat, everybody move along
Play us somethin' real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along (oh, these times are hard)
Won't you come along?
And meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith (yeah, yeah)
They're busking on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty
They play, you listen, that's plenty
It's 2 a.m. now, we're dancing in the rain and all
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about 'em ('bout 'em)
Ooh, ooh
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
'Cause in the future, these will be the good ol' days (ooh, ooh)
Oh, yeah, we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future, these will be the good ol' days (the good ol', the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days, the good ol', the good ol' days
Oh, I got the whole place singin', yeah, singin' this song
Even the old men there with the paddy hats on singin' (ooh)
Go on sing it (ooh), woo, oh, yeah
I got the whole place singin', yeah, singin' this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on singin' (ooh, ooh), ooh-hoo
Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin', yeah, singin' this tune
Even the guys over there with the big tattoos are singin' (ooh)
Oh, we're drinkin' and singin' (ooh)
Yeah, got the emo girls with the college degrees
And their tag along friends with the fake ID's singin' (ooh)
Oh, yeah, singin' (ooh)
Ooh, yee
Ooh, ooh
Oh, yeah, we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future, these will be the good ol' days (the good ol', the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
The good ol', the good ol' days (the good ol' days)
The good ol', the good ol' days
In the future, these will be the good ol' days, yeah
The good old days
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Anthony Sheehan, Daniel John O'donoghue, Benjamin Allan Sargeant
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