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The Script

Good Ol' Days

 

Good Ol' Days

(album: #3 - 2012)


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
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yea, pierce it through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone strumming on the strings and they're spitting things,
Everybody's moving grooving vibes when the other sings
They gon' kill you with the passion and the soul
When the first verse drops, you be fighting back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman is saying cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised
To always sing about better days, better days

Ooh ooh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Ooh ooh, 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 and play your ass off
If you play it real good, everybody sings along
If you bang us out a beat, everybody move along
Play us something real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along
Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)
And meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith
They're busking on the street 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 two am 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

Ooh ooh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days
Ooh ooh, 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 [x8]

Ooh ooh I got the whole place singing yea, singing this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on
Is singing woohoo (come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh)
I got the whole place singing yea, singing this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
Singing woohoo (she singing, ooh ooh)
Oh, I got the whole bar drinking yeah, singing this tune
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Are singing woohoo, drinking and singing, ooh ooh
The emo girls with the college degrees
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's
Singing woohoo, oh singing yeah

Ooh ooh, 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 [x8]

The good ol' days, yeah
The good ol' days

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