Old Times Good Times

When I was young and needed my time alone

Jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou

Bogafalaya river was dark and cold

Seven years old, I couldn't find my way homeOld times, good times

Old times, good timesWhen I was twelve, I learned how to play the guitar

Got myself a job in a jax beer bar

Got myself together, went to New Orleans

Found myself workin' for rice and beans

And it was good timesOld times, good times

Old times, good timesNew York city was so damned cold

I had to get out of that town before I got old

California and rock and roll dream

Got too high and we blew our whole scene

But we had a good timeOld times, good times

Old times, good timesOld times, good times

Old times, good times