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I Remember
I remember a time that was about innocents
a time when you could go to the movies for thirty-five cents
I remember food brought by girls on roller skates and carrying trays
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember playing cowboys and Indians
the good guy wore a white hat, and the good guy would always win
I remember cutting grass for the little money it pays
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember riding my bike down a hill
and how much fun it was, even if I had a spill
I remember kicking the butt of a bully on the prey
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember Howdy Doody
and of course John Wayne movies
I remember rock and roll and how we thought it would always stay
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember grease to slick back your hair
and Elvis shaking his hips everywhere
I remember when sock hops were the phase
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember when it was twenty-nine cents for a gallon of gas
and a student had to learn to be able to pass
I remember when athletes played out of love, not what it pays
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember Muhammad Ali
when he would float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
I remember when the Beatles were all the craze
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember man landing on the moon
I remember a King and a dream that died too soon
I remember a family by the name of the Kennedys
yeah, them were the good ole days
I remember black and white TV
and all the channels counted up to three
I remember the old folks telling me about their days, and they would say
yeah, them were the good ole days
I guess forty years from now
though I don't know how
people will look back, sigh and say
yeah, them were the good ole days
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