From the recording Return to Americana

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Written by: Mark Brine

1. I remember drinkin’ cola (or: Moxie) in the summertimesittin’ ‘round the old corner storeListenin’ to the stories that the old men told‘about their women ... Their cars ‘n the war
Yeah, I recall it very vivid ... those days of yesteryearThem childhood mem’ries so dearThat little neighborhood was my whole world‘n nothin’ else mattered beyond there ... in ...

Chorus:Them good ole days ... them good ole daysLivin’ was so easy back thenThem good ole days ... them good ole daysIf I could only be there again ... oouuuu ... Them good ole days

2. Summer nights my grand-dad, he’d take me down the square just t’ sit ‘n watch the trucks roll byWe’d stay ‘til it was late ‘n then go get an ice cream cone‘n I’d be just so satisfied ... in ...

3. The mischief I’d get into ... the little girls I’d teaseThe never-endin’ school days, I’d sitstarin’ out the window at the grown-up worldJust wishin’ I could get in it‘n now it’s so ironic ... ‘cause here I am workin’ for the man ev’rydayStarin’ out the window at the little kids outsidejust wishin’ I could find me a way ... back to ... ©1982 /Mark Brine Music (BMI)