Bobby Bare - All The Good Times Are Past And Gone lyrics

All the good times are past and gone all the good times are past and gone

All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do

I can still see my mama bend over that ol' washpot

And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot

My pa eatin' them flapjacks and yellin' for more

And the kids makin' tracks across mama's clean floor

But all them good times are past and gone now all the good times are gone

Well you could look for miles down a winding railroad track

And see train a leavin' and hear one comin' back

And with a cloud of blue up over your head

It's like something from a storybook that you once read

But all them good times are past and gone now all the good times are gone

All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do

And go down on that river when the big boats make their run

And the canepoles grow so thick they block up the sun

Just smell that coffee boilin' in an old tin can

And that hot grease poppin' in the fryin' pan

But all them good times are past and gone now all them good times are gone

All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do