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I can still see my ma bent over that old wash pot

And it’s so dog-gone cold, I freeze on the spot

Pa eatin' them flapjacks and yellin' for more

The youngin’s makin' tracks along mama’s clean floor

But all them good times have passed and gone now

All the good times are gone

Well you can look for miles down a winding railroad track

See a train a-leavin' and one a-comin' back

And with a cloud of blue up above your head

Like something from a storybook you once read

But all them good times have passed and gone now

All the good times are gone

All the good times are passed and gone

All the good times are passed and gone

All the good times are passed and gone

What’s left for will I do

Down on that river when them bigguns make their run

The cane poles so thick, they block out that sun

Smell like coffee pourin' in that old tin can

That hot grease a-poppin' in the fryin' pan

But all them good times have passed and gone now

All the good times are gone

Wait for a dark night, thinkin' everybody is asleep

And you slip across the field in your bare feet

A shotgun glass pain in your rump

But you got that melon boy, bigger than a stump

But all them good times have passed and gone now

All the good times are gone

All the good times are passed and gone

All the good times are passed and gone

All the good times are passed and gone

What’s left for will I do

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