Good Ol' Days

Good Ol' Days Up in the bar all smoking cigars While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar You play a sad song, yea sing it from

It's summertime, it's so hot I'm wearing shorts a tank top and flip flops I see birds flying in the blue sky And marshmallow clouds floatin' by School's out so it's the weekend everyday From sun-up to sun-down in the hood we play Our block party's ja