Good Old Days

A D E Where have all the sunny days gone, lost within the clouds of grey, A D E My favorite record on the jukebox, the record that i wanted to play, A D E Favorite drink within my hand, cherry coke with a twist of lime, A D E Favorite comic on the table, only cost me dime. C# D But those days are lost now, gone for good C# D E A All that's left of the good old days is the sadness of this song Me and my friends on the way to church in my 57' Chevy Preacher preached against the usual, never got too heavy Yeah, we sinned, we knew we were wrong I guess that's the saddest part about this song.