" Remember the Good Ole Days "
( Lyrics By Gerald Logan )
( Verse 1 )
The screen door slammed on a summer breeze,
Barefoot kids climbing sycamore trees.
Grandma’s pies cooling on the sill,
Chasing fireflies down by Miller’s Hill.
Daddy’s laughter on the radio hum,
Mama sang hymns ‘til the daylight was done.
A jar full of pennies, but life felt rich,
Those old memories I can’t forget.
( Chorus )
Remember the good ole days,
When a handshake meant more than what words could say.
We drank cola from a bottle, not a can,
Dreamed of the future with a simple plan.
Life moved slower, love felt safe,
Lord, I remember the good ole days.
( Verse 2 )
Sunday mornings, bells rang clear,
We bowed our heads ‘cause God was near.
Pickup trucks parked by the old town store,
Neighbors gathered like family once more.
We carved our names on a cottonwood tree,
Swore those moments would never leave.
Now I drive past, but it’s all changed,
Only the echoes still call my name.
( Chorus )
Remember the good ole days,
When the porch light shined at the end of the lane.
Mama’s biscuits, Daddy’s calloused hands,
Dreams were golden though the times were bland.
Life was sweeter in a hundred ways,
Lord, I remember the good ole days.
( Bridge )
A Polaroid picture, edges all torn,
A six-string guitar with the frets well worn.
If I could trade tomorrow for yesterday,
I’d be right back home where my heart still stays.
( Chorus )
Remember the good ole days,
When the world was gentle and the nights were safe.
We had nothing much, but we sure felt blessed,
Every prayer was answered, every day was a test.
Time may take the faces, but the heart still prays,
Lord, I remember the good ole days.
( Outro )
So here’s to the laughter, here’s to the pain,
To the front porch swing in a summer rain.
I’ll keep holding on, come what may,
‘Cause I remember the good Ole days
