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-oh, 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, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago

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 and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Whoa-oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Whoa-oh, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Mhmm, mhmm, mhmmm, mhmm, mhmm,
mhmm mhmm

Mhmm, mhmm, mhmmm, mhmm, mhmm,
mhmm mhmm

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