Seems the good times

Have finally come to pass

Make way for bad timesSoon to cross our path

When my father was a young man

He got Mickey Mantle′s autograph

And with the Ms shaped like the moon

He would contemplate the stars

And wish the good times

Would never come to pass

No, they just don't

Make ′em like that no more

No, they just don't

Make 'em like they used to

When my mother was 19

She′d dance to Tina

Tina Turner

And the hallway bеcome a catwalk

And she′d go to the show

No, thеy just don't

Make ′em like that no more

Well rock me, baby

Oh, rock me, child

I miss the good times, Mama

They've gone out of style

And I don′t remember

How it feels to dance

Goodbye to good times

By way the crow flies

It could take all night

By way the crow flies

It could take 900 miles

When my sister was a kid

She lit a lantern

And sent it to the night

She asked how far will it fly

And where will it land when it falls outta the sky

By way the crow flies

It could go all night

Sometimes the good

Sometimes the good die young (Otis Redding)

Sometimes the good

Survive (Diane Lane)

When I was a little boy

I wanted to live and breathe inside a song

Well, how 'bout this one?

Sometimes the good

Die young and sometimes they survive

Well, Mickey, Tina, Otis, Diane, goddamn

Well rock me, baby

Oh, rock me, child

I miss the good times, Mama

They′ve gone out of style

And I don't remember

How it feels to dance

Goodbye to good times

Oh, rock me, baby

Oh, rock me, child

I miss the good times, Mama

They've gone out of style

And I don′t remember

How it feels to dance

Goodbye to good times

Well, this is a photograph

A window to the past

Of a family growing old

Inside the boxing ring of time

In Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Bittersweet, Tennessee