danielle bradbery
grandpa tell me bout the good old days
Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days Sometimes it feels like This world's gone crazy Grandpa, take me back to yesterday When the line between right and wrong Didn't seem so hazy Did lovers really fall in love to stay And stand beside each other, come what may? Was a promise really something people kept Not just something they would say? Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away? Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days Grandpa, everything is changing fast We call it progress But I just don't know And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past And paint me the picture Of long ago Did lovers really fall in love to stay And stand beside each other come what may? Was a promise really something people kept Not just something they would say and then forget? Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away? Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days