The Good Old Days

The Good Old Days

O give me back the good old days
     The days I used to know
When simple things were modern things,
     The pace was pleasant and slow.

A house uncluttered with plumbing
     A well out in the yard
An axe for chopping firewood with
     And make my muscles hard.

The general store for loafing
     Or a first class checker game
A box of ashes for spitting
     And never hitting same.

But most of all from those grand old days
     So packed with memories
Give me a house way down the path
     Where I can sit and freeze.

Verse and photos from Back Home by Joe Clark HBSS. Privately printed for the Tennessee Squire Association, 1965.