Bad Old Days Lyrics

I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days
I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days
I asked my mother 'bout the bad old days
She said, "Son, these are the bad old days"Move on up, move on upYou've got to watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place
Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place
Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place
All the time they're smilin' in your faceYou can't trust your brother
You disrespect your sister
You got toMove on up, move on up
Move on up, move on up
Move on up, move on up
Move on up a littleMove on up a little higherWhen God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case
When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case
When God finds the time, he's gonna deal your case
I'm sure He's gonna ask you 'bout your bad old daysWell, sing a little louder
Look a little harder
Sons and daughters
Walk a little prouder

Sing a little louderMove on up, move on up
Move on up, move on up
Move on up, move on up
Move on up