Cry
Seems the good times have finally come to pass
Make way for bad times soon to cross our path
When my father was a young man
He got Mickey Mantel's autograph
And with the M's shaped like the moon
He would contemplate the stars
And wish the good times would never come to pass
No, they just don't make 'em like that no more
No, they just don't make 'em like they used to
When my mother was 19
She'd dance to Tina, Tina Turner
And the hallway would become a catwalk and she'd go to the show
No, they just don't make 'em like that no more
Well rock me, baby, oh rock me, child
I miss the good times, mama
They've gone out of style
And I don't remember how it feels to dance
Goodbye to good times
By way the crow flies, it could take all night
By way the crow flies, it could take 900 miles
When my sister was a kid, she lit a lantern and sent it to the night
And she asked, "How far will it fly?"
And "Where will it land when it falls out of the sky?"
By way the crow flies, it could take all night
Sometimes the good, sometimes the good die young, River Phoenix
Sometimes the good survive, Dianna Ross
When I was a young man I wanted to live and breath inside a song
Well, how 'bout this one?
Sometimes the good die young and sometimes they survive
Well Mickey, Tina, River, Diana, God damn
Well, rock me, baby, oh rock me, child
I miss the good times, mama
They've gone out of style
And I don't remember how it feels to dance
Goodbye to good times
Well, this is a photograph
Oh a window to the past
Of a family growing old
Inside the boxing ring of time
In bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet Tennessee