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Grandpa, Tell Me ‘Bout The Good Old Days.

Grandpa, Tell Me ‘Bout The Good Old Days.

Vocals: American country music duo then composed of lead vocalist Wynonna Judd and her late mother Naomi Judd (latter 1946-2022).
Lyrics: The late American country music artist Jamie O’Hara (1950-2021), formerly of “The O’Kanes”.

Grandpa Tell Me ‘Bout The Good Old Days.

Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days.
Sometimes it feels like this world’s gone crazy.
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday,
When the line between right and wrong,
Didn’t seem so hazy.
Did lovers really fall in love to stay,
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say.
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days.

Grandpa, everything is changing fast,
We call it progress, but I just don’t know,
And grandpa, wander back into the past,
Then paint me the picture of long ago.
Did lovers really fall in love to stay,
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Promise really something people kept,
Not just something they would say and then forget.
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days.
Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days.

Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?


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A Song For A Sunday

Christmas Time.

Vocals: Canadian singer-songwriter, musician, record producer and photographer Bryan Guy Adams.
Lyrics: Brian Adams and Canadian songwriting, drummer (Rock Band PRiSM), arranger and producer Jim Vallance.

Christmas Time.

We waited all through the year,
For the day to appear.
When we could be together in harmony,
You know the time will come.
Peace on earth for everyone,
And we can live forever,
In a world where we are free,
Let it shine for you and me.
Something about Christmas time,
Something about Christmas time,
That makes you wish it was Christmas everyday.
See the joy in the children’s eyes,
The way that the old folks smile,
Says that Christmas will never go away.
We’re all as one tonight,
Makes no difference if you’re black or white,
‘Cause we can sing together, in harmony.
I know it’s not too late,
The world would be a better place,
If we can keep the spirit.
More than one day in the year,
Send a message loud and clear,
Something about Christmas time,
Something about Christmas time,
That makes you wish it was Christmas everyday.
To see the joy in the children’s eyes,
The way that the old folks smile,
Says that Christmas will never go away.
It’s the time of year when everyone’s together,
Celebrate here on Christmas day,
When the ones you love are there,
You can feel the magic in the air,
You know it’s everywhere.
Something about Christmas time,
Something about Christmas time,
Something about Christmas time,
Something about Christmas time,
That makes you wish it was Christmas every day.
See the joy in the children’s eyes,
The way that the old folks smile,
Says that Christmas will never go away.
Something about Christmas time,
Something about Christmas time,
That makes you wish it was Christmas everyday.
To see the joy in the children’s eyes,
The way that the old folks smile,
Says that Christmas will never go away.
Please tell me Christmas will never go away.


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That’s The Way The World Goes Round.

The Way the World Goes Round.

Lyrics: American singer-songwriter and country-folk musician the late/great John Edward Prine, (1946- 2020).
Vocals: John Edward Prine.

That’s the Way That the World Goes.

I know a guy that’s got a lot to lose,
He’s a pretty nice fellow, but kind of confused,
He’s got muscles in his head ain’t never been used,
Thinks he own half of this town.

Started drinking heavy, gets a big red nose,
Beats his old lady with a rubber hose,
Then he took her out to dinner, bought her new clothes,
That’s the way that the world goes ’round.

That’s the way that the world goes ’round,
You’re up one day, the next you’re down,
It’s half an inch of water and you think you’re gonna drown,
That’s the way that the world goes ’round.

I stood in the bathtub a counting my toes,
When the radiator broke, water all froze,
I got stuck in the ice without my clothes,
Naked as the eyes of a clown.

I was crying ice cubes, hoping I’d croak,
When the sun come through the window, the ice all broke,
I stood up and laughed, thought it was a joke,
That’s the way that the world goes ’round.

That’s the way that the world goes ’round,
You’re up one day, the next, you’re down,
It’s half an inch of water and you think you’re gonna drown,
That’s the way that the world goes ’round.

That’s the way that the world goes ’round,
You’re up one day, the next, you’re down,
It’s a ‘happy insalata’ and you think you’re gonna drown,
That’s the way that the world goes ’round.

That’s the way that the world goes ’round.
That’s the way that the world goes ’round.

That’s the way that the world goes ’round”.

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I Wish I Was Eighteen Again.

I Wish I Was Eighteen Again.

Vocals: The late American country music singer, songwriter and guitarist Noble Ray Price (1926 – 2013).
Lyrics: American country music songwriter Sonny (James) Throckmorton (member of the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame).

I Wish I Was Eighteen Again.

At a bar down in Dallas an old man chimed in,
And they thought he was out of his head,
And all being young men, they just laughed it off,
When they heard what the old man had said.
He said, I’ll never again turn the young ladies heads,
Or go running off in to the wind.
I’m three quarters home, from the start to the end,
And I wish I was eighteen again.
Oh I wish I was eighteen again,
And going where I’ve never been,
Now old folks and old oaks standing tall just pretend.
I wish I was eighteen again.
Now time turns the pages and life goes so fast,
The years turn the black hair all grey.
I talk to some young folks, but they don’t understand,
The words this old man’s got to say.
Oh I wish I was eighteen again,
And going where I’ve never been.
Now old folks and old oaks standing tall just pretend,
I wish I was eighteen again.
Oh I wish I was eighteen again.


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Speed Of The Sound Of Lonelines

Speed of the Sound of Loneliness.

Lyrics: American country-folk singer and influential songwriter, the late John Prine, (recorded on his 1986 album).
Vocals: John Prine.

Speed of the Sound of Loneliness.

You come home late and you come home early,
You come on big when you’re feeling small,
You come home straight and you come home curly,
Sometimes you don’t come home at all.

So what in the world’s come over you,
And what in heaven’s name have you done,
You’ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness,
You’re out there running just to be on the run.

Well I got a heart that burns with a fever,
And I got a worried and a jealous mind,
How can a love that’ll last forever,
Get left so far behind.

So what in the world’s come over you,
And what in heaven’s name have you done,
You’ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness,
You’re out there running just to be on the run.

It’s a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow,
It’s crossed the evil line today,
Well, how can you ask about tomorrow,
We ain’t got one word to say.

So what in the world’s come over you,
And what in heaven’s name have you done,
You’ve broken the speed of the sound of loneliness,
You’re out there running just to be on the run.

You’re out there running just to be on the run.
You’re out there running just to be on the run.


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