Are The Good Times Really Over

I wish a buck was still silver
It was back when the country was strong
Back before Elvis
Before the Vietnam war came along

Before The Beatles and 'Yesterday'
When a man could still work, still would
The best of the free life behind us now
And are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling down hill
Like a snowball headed for Hell?
With no kind of chance
For the Flag or the Liberty Bell

Wish a Ford and a Chevy
Could still last ten years, like they should
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

I wish Coke was still Cola
And a joint was a bad place to be
It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV

Before microwave ovens
When a girl could still cook and still would
The best of the free life behind us now
Are the good times really over for good?

Are we rolling down hill
Like a snowball headed for Hell?
With no kind of chance
For the Flag or the Liberty Bell

Wish a Ford and a Chevy
Could still last ten years, like they should
Is the best of the free life behind us now?
Are the good times really over for good?

Stop rolling down hill
Like a snowball headed for Hell
Stand up for the Flag
And let's all ring the Liberty Bell

Let's make a Ford and a Chevy
Still last ten years like they should
The best of the free life is still yet to come
The good times ain't over for good

Похожие новости.

Я Ждал Тебя

Я задыхался в тебе тобою одной дыша. Я знал с твоею душой навеки моя душа. Я забывал твою нежность, Наших долгих разлук неизбежность. Но всё время ждал одну тебя... Ждал одну тебя... Я пил по капле

Hurts Like Heaven

do you ever get the feeling that your bridging apart do you ever get the feeling that your missing the mark so cold so cold so cold so cold (something something) factory sign (something something)

Стать Песней

Я сижу на кухне в углу, Сердце бередит голова, И рука вскрывает струной двери. Ритмом наполняется пульс, Кровь перетекает в слова, А в груди звенят бубенцы - верь им! Мимо

Pop Trash Movie

Saw a close up of your pretty face Overnight sensation Smiling for cameras From all around the world If I rewind back to yesterday And stop the tape there No one knew who you were But now

El Fusilado

Listen close to this crooked mouth For my story I will tell–o Lived in Mexico by the name of Wenseslao Moguel–o Left my home in Santiago The heart of the city of Merida Served with