Paroles de B. Bergman
Musique de A.Koulouris


GOOD DAYS HAVE GONE




Bottle of milk on the shelf
She’s gone I feed the dog myself
I do the cookin’ and pick up the wood
Our watchdog barks clear and cold
For the old man’s getting old
He thinks you will show up any day now

CHORUS:
You see now that good days have gone
Good days have gone I’m alone
You see now that good days have gone
Good days have gone I’m alone


Ain’t a man of high degree
That’s what he said pointing at me
I’m just a no good son of farm
Ain’t a man hip and tidy
She said when I would go sleepy
I know that I ain’t a lovin’ one

CHORUS