The different kinds of perfume, conversations he overhears
He's just one of many winding down or winding up the night
The only way he knows to let loose is to hold on tight
Chorus:
And he'll never lose that hold
And he'll never change his ways
The good times won't grow old
These are the good old days
He's got no broken romance that sent him wondering way back when
He carries the torch for no one, that's the way it's always been
He's just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that line
He knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his mind
Chorus:
Chorus:
These are the good old days
He still likes the bar room's dim-lit, smoky atmosphere The different kinds of perfume, conversations he overhears He's just one of many winding down or winding up the night The only way he knows to let loose is to hold on tight Chorus: And he'll never lose that hold And he'll never change his ways The good times won't grow old These are the good old days He's got no broken romance that sent him wondering way back when He carries the torch for no one, that's the way it's always been He's just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that line He knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his mind Chorus: Chorus: These are the good old days Explain Request ×
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