All the Good Times Are Past and Gone

All the good times are past and gone

All the good times are past and gone

All the good times are past and gone

What's left for a poor boy to do?

I can still see my mama bend over that ol' washpot

And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot

My pa eatin' them flapjacks and yellin' for more

And the kids makin' tracks across mama's clean floor.

But all them good times are past and gone now

All the good times are gone.

Well, you could look for miles down a winding railroad track

And see train a leavin' and hear one comin' back

And with a cloud of blue up over your head

It's like something from a storybook that you once read.

But all them good times are past and gone

Now all the good times are gone

All the good times are past and gone

What's left for a poor boy to do?

And go down on that river when the big boats make their run

And the canepoles grow so thick they block up the sun

Just smell that coffee boilin' in an old tin can

And that hot grease poppin' in the fryin' pan.

But all them good times are past and gone

Now all them good times are gone

All the good times are past and gone

What's left for a poor boy to do?...