Bad Old Days

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