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
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»