One day while walking down the street
I met an old friend I hadn't seen
Bout twenty five years, maybe more
So I stopped to listen, to his story
He's telling me about the good old days
And filling my mind with memories
He said remember all the things we done
Way back then, when we were young
The he told me stories, from long ago
Of things that only, I would know
Like when we swam out in the lake
And he was bitten by a snake
Like when we made, some homemade rum
It wasn't very good, but it sure was strong
Or the time we hiked, along the highway
I cut my foot, he got poison ivy
Or when he bought a convertible Ford
It didn't have roof, and it didn't have doors
Times were good, and times were bad
We had a lot of fun, had a lot of laughs
All the years, have drifted past
But the memories, will surely last
Good times kept rollin', way back then
I want that feeling, back again
Good times kept rollin', way back then
I want that feeling, back again
Good times kept rollin', way back then
I'm hoping them good times, never end