All The Good Times Are Past And Gone

(álbum: Talk Me Some Sense - 1966)

All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are past and gone
What's left for a poor boy to do?

I can still see my mama bend over that ol' washpot
And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot
My pa eating them flapjacks and yelling for more
And the kids making tracks across mama's clean floor.

But all them good times are past and gone now
All the good times are gone.

Well, you could look for miles down a winding railroad track
And see train a leaving and hear one coming back
And with a cloud of blue up over your head
It's like something from a storybook that you once read.

But all them good times are past and gone
Now all the good times are gone
All the good times are past and gone
What's left for a poor boy to do?

And go down on that river when the big boats make their run
And the canepoles grow so thick they block up the sun
Just smell that coffee boiling in an old tin can
And that hot grease popping in the frying pan.

But all them good times are past and gone
Now all them good times are gone
All the good times are past and gone
What's left for a poor boy to do?...