Up in the bar all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar
Talking 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever is coming back to mine you better bring the guitar
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Yea, piercing through my skin like a heroin dart
When someone's strumming on the strings and they're spitting things,
Everybody's moving grooving vibes when the other sings
They gonna kill you with their passion and their soul
When the first verse drops, you'll be fighting back the tears and all
While another man's crying in his beers and all
While his woman's saying cheers to it all
Ain't no shame in the game, just the way we were raised
For all we sing about better days, better days
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good old days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future this will be the good old days
Ten o'clock and it's off, what started as a pub crawl
Now we're all lost
Better live it out tonight, tomorrow's gonna cost
So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off
You're playing real good, everybody sing along
If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along
Play us something real we can hang our hopes on
Sing a rebel song and watch us march along
Won't you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)
Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith
They're busking on the streets seven days a week
Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty
They play, you listen, that's plenty
It's two am now, we're dancing in the rain and uh
Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone
These are my people, these are my crowd
And I'm never too proud to sing about
Oh, we'll remember this night when we're old and gray
Cause in the future these will be the good old days
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good old days
The good ol', the good old days
Oh I got the whole place singing yea, singing this song
Even the old man there with the paddy hat on
singing ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh
I got the whole place singing yea, singing this song
Even the girl over there with the red dress on
singing ooh ooh, she singing, ooh ooh
Oh, I got the whole bar drinking yea, singing these tunes
And the guys over there with the big tattoos
Are singing ooh ooh, drinking and singing, ooh ooh
The emo girls with the college degrees
And the tag along friends with the fake ID's
singing ooh ooh
Oh and we're arm in arm as we sing away
In the future these will be the good old days
The good old, the good old days
The good old days, yeah
The good old days
