By The Judds



Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good ole days.
Sometimes it
feels like
This world's gone crazy.
Grandpa, take
me back to yesterday,
Where the line between right and
wrong
Didn't seem so hazy.

Did lovers
really fall in love to stay?
Stand beside each other come
what may?
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say?
Did families really
bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go
away?
Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good ole
days.

Grandpa,
everything is changing fast.
We call it progress,
But
I just don't know.
And Grandpa, let's wonder back
into the past,
And paint me a picture of long ago.

Did lovers really fall in love to stay?
Stand beside each
other come what may?
Was a promise really something people
kept,
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies
really never go away?
Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me
'bout the good ole days.

Whoa oh Grandpa,
Tell me 'bout the good ole days.

Did families really bow their
heads to pray?
.. Daddies really never go away?