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Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

Up in the bar all smoking cigars
And we were drinking Irish Whiskey
Straight from the jar
Talking 'bout them better days
And not that far, whoever's coming back to mine
You better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yeah, sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yeah, tell it from the start
Pa** me on the pain that you made into art
Yeah, pierce into my skin like a heroin dart

When, someone strumming on the strings
And they're spitting things
Everybody's moving, grooving, vibes
When the other sings
They gon' kill you with the pa**ion and the soul
When the first verse drops
You'd be fighting back the tears and all
While another man is crying in his beer and all
While his woman sings cheers to it all (cheers to it all)
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised
To always sing about better days, better days

Ooh, ooh
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
'Cause in the future, this will be the good old days (ooh, ooh)
Oh, yeah, we're arm and arm as we sing away
In the future this will be the good old days

Oh Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up in that piano boy, you play your a** off
If you play it real good, everybody sings along
If you bang us out a beat, everybody move along
Play us something real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song, and watch us march along (oh, these times are hard)
Won't you come along?

Meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith
They're busking on the streets
Seven days a week, pay a pound, pay a penny
Make it full or leave it empty
They play you, listen that's plenty ooh ooh
It's two a.m. now we're dancing in the rain and all ooh ooh
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone ooh ooh
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about 'em ('bout 'em)

The good old, the good old days
Good old days(The good old, the good old days)
The good old, the good old days
Good old days(The good old, the good old days)
The good old, the good old days
The good old days(The good old, the good old days)
The good old, the good old days

Oh, I got the whole place, singing, yeah, singing this song
Even the old man there
With the paddy hats on is singing (ooh, ooh come on sing it, woah, oh, yeah)
I got the whole place singing, yeah, singing this song
Even the girl over there
With the red dress on singing (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Oh, I got the whole bar drinking, yeah, singing this tune
And the guys over there
With the big tattoos are singing (ooh, oh,we drinking and singing, yeah)
Got the emo girls with the college degrees
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's singing (ooh, oh, yeah, singing)

Ooh, ooh
Oh, yeah, we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future, these will be the good old days (good old days)

The good old, the good old days
The good old days(The good old, the good old days)
The good old, the good old days
The good old days(The good old, the good old days )
The good old, the good old days
The good old days(The good old, the good old days )
In the future, these will be the good old days(The good old, the good old days)

The good old days, yeah
The good old days

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