Talk About The Good Times

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 singin' and their big prayer meetin's

When a man was proud to walk up and shake his neighbor's hand

Oh, 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 changin'

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 ol' world takin' 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 speakin' of

When a friend would meet you and a smile would greet you

What this ol' world needs now is old fashioned love

Play the guitar

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

An' I can't wait to leave this ol' place and rest on the other side"

"Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times

When I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days

We'll have a big hand shakin', sit and talk together

Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away"

Hey, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times

Talk about the good times, yeah