He still likes the bar room's
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Dim-lit, smoky atmosphere
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The different kinds of perfume,
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Conversations he overhears
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He's just one of many winding down
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Or winding up the night
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The only way he knows to let loose
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Is to hold on tight.
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[Chorus:]
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And he'll never lose that hold
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He'll never change his ways
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The good times won't grow old
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These are the good old days.
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He's got no broken romance
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That sent him wondering way back when
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He carries the torch for no one,
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That's the way it's always been
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He's just one of the chosen few
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Who won't push or tow that line
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He knows he'd only lose his heart,
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He'd never lose his mind.
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[Chorus:]
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Oh, And he'll never lose that hold
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He'll never change his ways
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The good times won't grow old
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These are the good old days.
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[Chorus:]
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Oh, And he'll never lose that hold
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He'll never change his ways
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The good times won't grow old
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These are the good old days.
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These are the good old days...
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The Good Old Days
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Clint Black |