A man who is growing older, reminiscing with an old friend about their youthful days, the parties and church socials attended with girlfriends, woods they hunted and streams they fished, special friends who have passed on, talking about the good old times.
Way back yonder before Frankie died
Didn’t we have some good old times
We were honky tonkin every Saturday night
Partying hard till broad daylight
And didn’t we have some good old times
The girls were young and pretty then
And didn’t we have some times
You remember my Sally was slim
As a willow and dressed up to the nines
It was you with Daisy and Frankie with Katie
But the prettiest one was mine
And didn’t we have some good old times
Walking home from church on Sunday nights
With the girls dressed up so fine
Those perky lips and wavy hair
How they sparkled and shined
And didn’t we have some times
Didn’t we have some good old times
The hunters moon was silver then
Coons in every tree
Branches full of brim and perch
Springs were cold and deep
Foxes ran the fastest
Hound dogs sang so sweet
The mountains didn’t look so tall
Nor rivers look so deep
It ain’t the same since Frankies gone
And resting in his grave
But thinking back to those old days
Didn’t we have some times, Sam
Didn’t we have some good old times
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