Old Times Good Times

When I was young and needed my time alone
Jump in the pirogue, pole down the Bayou
Bogafalaya River was dark and cold
Seven years old, I couldn’t find my way home
Chorus:
Old times, good times
Old times, good times
When I was twelve, I learned how to play the guitar
Got myself a job in a jax beer bar
Got myself together, went to New Orleans
Found myself workin' for rice and beans
Chorus
New York City was so damned cold
I had to get out of that town before I got old
California, rock and roll dream
Got too high and we blew our whole scene
But we had a good time
Chorus (x2)