Huh, yeah
Here we come
Well, I remember
When I was just children
A time when people used to treat the neighbor
Like a fellow man
And all their singing
And their big prayer meetings
When a man was proud to walk up
And shake his neighbor's hand
Lord, you talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Oh, if you ever needed help
A friend was there
Some good neighbor
Helped lift your burdens
Oh, and the simple joys of life
Your friends would share
But the times are harder
And the people are changing
Today most folks couldn't tell you
Who their next door neighbors are
All the guns are loaded
The front doors are bolted
Ain't this old world taking hate and fear
Just a little too far
Let's talk about the good times
Let's talk about the good times
I wish, I could just go back
To the days I'm speaking of
When a friend would meet you
And a smile would greet you
What this old world needs now
Is old fashioned love
Play the guitar
Reach it, son
Well, alright
Well, my old granddaddy
God rest his soul now
Well, we had a big long talk together
The day he died
He said, "Son this world is
So full of hate and venom
And I can't wait to leave this old place
And rest on the other side"
"Cause, we talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
When I'm gonna see all the friends I knew
In the good old days
We'll have a big hand shaking
Sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan
And sing our cares away"
Hey, you talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Talk about the good times
Yeah