…an island on the net without a bearded dictator
The good ol’ days, yeah; God, Country and Coca-cola not to mention a well cooked bird shared with family and friends.
Up in the bar all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar…
Oh, we’ll remember this night when we’re old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good ol’ days
Oh and we’re arm in arm as we sing away
In the future this will be the good ol’ days.
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