We get up before sunup to get the work done up

We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down

We've stood and we've cried as we helplessly watched

A hailstorm a beating our crops to the ground

We've gone to bed hungry many nights in our past

In the good old days when times were bad

No ammount of money could buy from me the mem'ries that I have of them

No ammount of money could pay me to go back and live through it again



I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed

And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board

And I've seen mother lay and suffer in sickness

In need of a doctor we couldn't afford

Anything at all was more than we had in the good old days when times were bad

We've got up before we found ice on the floor

Where the wind would blew snow through the cracks in the wall

And I couldn't enjoy then havin' the boy friend

I had nothin' decent to wear at all

So I longed for love that I never had in the good old days when times were bad

No ammount of money...

In the good old days when times were bad in the good old days when times were bad