Two, three, four, one, twoGrandpa, tell me 'bout the good old daysSometimes it feels like this world's gone crazyGrandpa, take me back to yesterdayWhen the line between right and wrong didn't seem so hazyDid lovers really fall in love to stay and stand beside each other, come what may?Was a promise really somethin' people kept, not just somethin' they would say?Did families really bow their heads to pray?Did daddies really never go away?Whoa-oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old daysGrandpa, everything is changin' fastWe call it progress, but I just don't knowAnd grandpa, let's wander back into the pastAnd paint me the picture of long agoDid lovers really fall in love to stay and stand beside each other, come what may?Was a promise really something people kept, not just something they would say and then forget?Did families really bow their heads to pray?Did daddies really never go away?Whoa-oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old daysWhoa-oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
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