Bad Old Days Lyrics - Singles - Big Sugar

I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days 

I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days 

I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days 

She said, "Son, these are the bad old days" 

Move on up, move on up 

You've got to watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place 

Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place 

Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place 

All the time they're smilin' in your face 

You can't trust your brother 

You disrespect your sister 

You got to 

Move on up, move on up 

Move on up, move on up 

Move on up, move on up 

Move on up a little 

Move on up a little higher 

When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case 

When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case 

When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case 

I'm sure He's gonna ask you 'bout your bad old days 

Well, sing a little louder 

Look a little harder 

Sons and daughters 

Walk a little prouder 

Sing a little louder 

Move on up, move on up 

Move on up, move on up 

Move on up, move on up 

Move on up