Bradford Loomis - Good Old Days (Live)
The Good ol’ Days
I want to run with a rat pack of misfits
Play the blues with my brothers on a mission
Bending the strings till Jimi brings me back to life
I want to wear those dark sunglasses
Dressed in black, Johnny Cash badass no selling out
But I’m Selling out the Grand ol Opry on a Saturday night
I want to cut loose with nothing to prove, Just Like they used to do in them good ol days
I want to sing like nobody’s listening, It’s ain’t too late to make today the good ol days
Want to be a bad to the bone juke box shaker
A Back to the Future history makers
I want to go where there ain’t no roads to hold me
I want to play in a rock n roll circus I want to feel for once like I deserve this
I’ve been down the heartworn highway I’m gonna make it, gonna be somebody my way
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Put on a show like Springsteen’s rival Burn up the stage like a tent revival
Like Jesus and Petty and all my American idols
Chorus
Written by:
AUSTIN VANBROEKHOVEN JENCKES, BRADFORD PIERSON LOOMIS
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