Old Times Good Times

When I was young and needed my time alone
 Jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou
 Bogafalaya River was dark and cold
 Seven years old, I couldn't find my way home
 Old times, good times
 Old times, good times
 When I was twelve I learned how to play the guitar
 Got myself a job in a Jack's beer bar
 Got myself together, went to New Orleans
 Found myself workin' for rice and beans and it was
 Old times, good times
 Oh, yeah
 Old times, good times
 New York City was so damn cold
 I had to get out of that town before I got old
 California, rock and roll dream
 Got too high, we blew our whole scene
 But we had a good time
 Old times, good times
 Oh, yes, we did
 
 Old times, good times
 Old times, good times, yeah
 Old times, good times
 Old times, good times