Vagabon Brew - Good Ole Days

Back when I remember, playin' in the backyard barefoot
With little brother and my dog
Now a days it's different, everybody's runnin around
Lookin at their phone to see just whose in town
Drivin down the freeway, reminiscing memories
What everybody calls the Good Ole Days

Good Ole Days

It was Indian summers, that kept those 3am campfires burnin'
We all sat around and we sang the blues
We're too young to be old, we don't need to be told
All we want to do is sing the blues

Rollin'
Rollin'
Roll Good Ole Days

Rollin'
Rollin'
Roll Good Ole Days

Rollin'
Rollin'
Roll Good Ole Days

Good Ole Days

Written by:
Tristin Self

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