Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good ol’ days Sometimes it feels like this worlds gone crazy Grandpa, take me back to yesterday When the line between right and wrong Didn’t seem so hazy Did lovers really fall in love to stay? And stand beside each other come what may? Was a promise really something people kept Not just something they would say? Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away? Ohhh Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good ol’ days Grandpa, everything is changing fast We call it progress, but I just don’t know And Grandpa, let’s wonder back into the past And paint me the picture of long ago Did lovers really fall in love to stay? And stand beside each other come what may? Was a promise really something people kept Not just something they would say? (And then forget) Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away? Ohhh Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good ol’ days Ohhh Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good ol’ days (INSTRUMENTAL followed by humming) Did families really bow their heads to pray? Did daddies really never go away?