I was born on the north side of a Midwestern town There were nine of us living in a Three bedroom house Didn't have much money But we made due 'Cause Momma worked all day long And Daddy did too Did all they could Made sure we had clothes and food Went to public schools and we Followed public rules We used second hand books, but oh I didn't mind the books Momma taught us early in life Everybody's gotta struggle sometime
Bring back those simple times of yesterday When a man was a man And a friend was a friend Bring back those simple times of yesterday When you said what you meant And you meant what you said
Had a friend named Bobby Who always kept his word We went through schoolyard fights Had a thing for pretty girls Didn't cost much money to See the picture show So we hopped the bus into town That's where all the girlies used to go Fifty cents would buy us popcorn for two 'Cause Bobby's girl, she worked there And sometimes she'd break the rules Picnics in the summer Wouldn't wake up 'till noon And even though Bobby's gone now I can still hear him laugh In the middle of June
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Sometimes I sit, I wonder I reminisce, I think of all the good times That we had in our lives Sometimes I can't get over How wonderful those days were Back in our lives Simple days for simple times
Looking back on when i
Was a little nappy headed boy
Then my only worry
Was for christmas what would be my toy
Even though we sometimes
Would not get a thing
We were happy with the
Joy the day would bring
Sneaking out the back door
To hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine
Greeted at the back door
With boy thought I told you not to go outside,
Tryin’ your best to bring the
Water to your eyes
Thinkin’ it might stop her
From woopin’ your behind
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
Cause I love them so
Brother says he’s tellin’
’bout you playin’ doctor with that girl
Just don’t tell I’ll give you
Anything you want in this whole wide world
Mama gives you money for sunday school
You trade yours for candy after church is through
Smokin’ cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall (you nasty boy)
Teacher sends you to the principal’s office down the wall
You grow up and learn that kinda thing ain’t right
But while you were doin’it-it sure felt outta sight
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ev-er have to go