9.  THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Took off my glasses, put ‘em on my bed.

Had to rest my eyes, had to clear my head.

Read about the Indians and the white man’s way,

How we came in the name of God and we took the land away.

The good old days ain’t never gonna be the same to me,

‘Cause the good old days ain’t what they used to be.

See the “good old days” is just a phase sometimes people use

When they don’t remember everything, just what they choose.

Read about the Indians and the white man’s way.

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