Good Old Bad Times

I was on the phone
With an old friend back home
Talkin' shit and laughing
Like we used to

Man, how do you make your rent
With that crooked government?
And what y'all been up to
Since high school?

I heard that Davy joined the Navy
Little Joe is on wife number three
I'm just wondering what in
God's name happened to those

Good old bad times
Girls with tan lines
Young and wild and free
Lord, they sound so good to me

Well, I guess we all grow up
Find a way to fill the cup
Struggle like so many did before us

Some make it to the city
Some stay in their hometowns
Some live alone like Buddha
In the forest

How can somebody find a future?
If they ain't got a foothold in the past?
Maybe I'm just another
Old-fashioned sucker for them

Good old bad times
Young and sad times
Broke as broke could be
Lord, sounds so good to me

Sometimes I get so lost
In the backwoods of my mind
How many ways
Can you re-live all your yesterdays?

Good old bad times,
Girls with tan lines
On that MTV
Lord, sounds so good to me

Sometimes I think about that girl
Who ran away from home
I start to wonder if
She ever made it

You think that you can tell
How somebody might turn out
But the truth is that it's
Much more complicated

Remember that old punk who played the guitar?
I heard that he's a millionaire
I saw him on the TV in some big-time concert
singing...

Good old bad times
Girls with tan lines
Young and wild and free

Good old bad times
Drinking Cheerwine
On that MTV
Lord, sounds good to me