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The Script - Good Ol' Days
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2,
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Ooh
(Here
we
go)
Ooh
(Here
we
go)
(Here
here
we
go
go)
Ooh
(Here
we
go)
Ooh
(Here
we
here
we
go)
(Here
we
go)
(Here
here
we
go
go)
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
the
heart
Tell
a
sad
story,
yea
tell
it
from
the
start
Pass
me
on
the
pain
that
you
made
into
art
Yeah,
pierce
it
through
my
skin
like
a
heroin
dart
When
someone
strummin'
on
the
strings
and
they're
spittin'
things
Everybody's
movin'
groovin'
vibes
when
the
other
sings
They
gon'
kill
you
with
the
passion
and
the
soul
When
the
first
verse
drops,
you
be
fighting
back
the
tears
and
all
While
another
man's
crying
in
his
beers
and
all
While
his
woman
is
sayin'
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
these
will
be
the
good
ol'
days
Yeah
ooh
ooh
Oh,
yeah,
we're
arm
in
arm
as
we
sing
away
In
the
future
these
will
be
the
good
ol'
days
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
on
that
piano
boy
and
play
your
ass
off
If
you
play
it
real
good,
everybody
sings
along
If
you
bang
us
out
a
beat,
everybody
move
along
Play
us
somethin'
real
we
can
hang
our
hopes
on
Sing
a
rebel
song
and
watch
us
march
along
Won't
you
come
along?
(Oh,
these
times
are
hard)
And
meet
Jenny,
meet
Pete,
meet
Mary,
meet
Keith
They're
busking
on
the
street
seven
days
a
week
Pay
a
pound,
pay
a
penny,
make
it
full
or
leave
it
empty
They
play,
you
listen,
that's
plenty
It's
2
a.m.
now,
we're
dancing
in
the
rain
and
all
Hanging
out
of
each
other
like
the
pain
is
gone
These
are
my
people,
these
are
my
crowd
And
I'm
never
too
proud
to
sing
about
'em
(Sing
about
'em)
Ooh
ooh
Oh,
we'll
remember
this
night
when
we're
old
and
gray
'Cause
in
the
future
these
will
be
the
good
ol'
days
Ooh
ooh
Oh,
yeah,
we're
arm
in
arm
as
we
sing
away
In
the
future
these
will
be
the
good
ol'
days
Ooh
ooh
(The
good
ol',
the
good
ol'
days)
The
good
ol'
days
Good
ol'
days
(The
good
ol',
the
good
ol'
days)
The
good
ol'
days
Oh,
I
got
the
whole
place
singin'
yea,
singin'
this
song
Even
the
old
man
there
with
the
paddy
hat
on
is
singin'
(Ooh)
(You
wanna
sing
it,
sing
it)
(Ooh)
Yeah,
I
got
the
whole
place
singin'
yea,
singin'
this
song
Even
the
girl
over
there
with
the
red
dress
on
Singin'
(Ooh)
(She
singin')
(Ooh)
Oh,
I
got
the
whole
bar
drinkin'
yeah,
singin'
this
drunk
And
the
guys
over
there
with
the
big
tattoos
Are
singin'
(Ooh)
Drinkin'
and
singin'
(Ooh)
The
emo
girls
with
the
college
degrees
And
the
tag
along
friends
with
the
fake
ID's
Singin'
(Ooh)
Oh,
singin'
(Ooh)
Yeah,
yeah
(Here
we
go)
(Here
here
we
go)
(Here
we
go)
(Here
here
we
go)
Ooh
ooh
(Here
we
go)
Oh,
we're
arm
in
arm
as
we
sing
away
In
the
future
these
will
be
the
good
ol'
days
(The
good
ol'
days)
The
good
ol',
the
good
ol'
days
The
good
ol'
days
Good
ol'
days
The
good
ol'
days
Good
ol'
days,
yeah
The
good
ol'
days
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