Up in the bar, smoking cigars While we were drinking Irish whiskey, straight from the jar Talking 'bout those better days, not that far Whoever's coming back to mine, you better bring a guitar You play a sad tune, sing it from the heart Tell a sad story, right from the start Pass me on the plane that you made into an arch Passing through my skin like a heroin dart When someone's strumming on the streets And they're spitting thoughts, everyone's moving, grooving Vibes will be off the scenes They're gonna tell you with that passion and that soul When the first verse drops, you'll be fighting back the tears and all While another man is crying in his biz and all While his woman's saying cheers to it all Ain't no shame in the game Just the way you were raised to always Dream about better days, better days Oh, well, remember this night when we're old and gray 'Cause in the future, these will be the good ol' days Oh, you were arm in arm as we sing away In the future, these will be the good ol' days Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pop call Now we're all lost Better live it up tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost So get up on that piano, boy, and play your ass off You're playing real good, everybody sing along If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along Playing something real, we can hang a home song Sing a rebel song and watch us march along, won't ya come along? Oh, these times are hard Ya meat jenny meat peat meat marry meat Keith There bustin' on the streets seven days a week Pay a pound pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty They play you listen that's brandy It's two am now we're dancing in the rain and uhh Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone These are my people, these are my crowd And I'm never too proud to sing about Ohh well remember this night when we're old and grey Cause in the future these will be the good ol' days Ohh ya where arm and arm as we sing away In the future, these will be the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days Oh, I got a whole place singing ya singing this song Even the old man there with the paddy hats on Singin', oh, oh, you wanna sing it, sing it Oh, oh Oh, I got a whole place singing ya singing this song Even the girl over there with the red dress on Singin', oh, oh, the singin' Oh, oh I got the whole bar drinking ya singin' this Jones And the guys over there with the bog tattoos Singin', oh, oh, drinkin' and singin' Oh, oh The emo girls with the college degree And her tag along friends with the fake ID Singin' oh, oh Ohh ya where arm and arm as we sing away In the future, these will be the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days The good ol', the good ol' days These uh there uh be the good ol' days Good ol' days, ya The good ol' days