Grandpa (Tell Me ‘Bout The Good Old Days) Lyrics by Danielle Bradbery
Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
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Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
Hi, this is Amy from New York
Absolutely love your single, Young in America
You say you want me and then you don’t
One day you’re whiskey hot and then you’re beer cold
We could run, pack a bag
Baby, we could be those taillights burning in the dark
Sooner or later they say
That it all gets easier
If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
Look at the mess I’m in
Look what I’ve gone and done
Lookin’ at you through a misty moonlight
Katydid sing like a symphony