The Good Old Days Lyrics - Black Clint

He still likes the bar room's dim-lit, smoky atmosphere 

The different kinds of perfume, conversations he overhears 

He's just one of many winding down or winding up the night 

The only way he knows to let loose is to hold on tight 

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And he'll never lose that hold 

And he'll never change his ways 

The good times won't grow old 

These are the good old days 

He's got no broken romance that sent him wondering way back when 

He carries the torch for no one, that's the way it's always been 

He's just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that line 

He knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his mind 

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These are the good old days