In The Good Old Days

We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up
We'd work in the fields ‘til the sun had gone down
We've stood and we've cried as we helplessly watched
A hailstorm a-beatin' our crops to the ground
We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again
I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
And I've seen him work ‘til he's stiff as a board
I've seen momma lyin’ in suffer and sickness
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again
We've got up before and found ice on the floor
Where the wind had blown snow through the cracks in the wall

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again
No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then