Back when i was 17, my friend he sold weed He used to let me smoke for free, so Id help him make his rounds He always kept his pager on, cause back then nobody had cell phones Hed get a page, and wed be gone we mustve moved a thousand pounds God bless the good old days, when all we had to do was ride and blaze Yeah wed head out towards Elkhart and cut across the Lost Prarie Lake Those backroads seem a hundred miles away God bless the good old days We try to get to school by 8, but most the time wed roll up late Wed have eyes as red as hades gate, and we smelled like CheechChong Wed drop a couple of drops of clear eyes in, and take one last hit then stroll on in Chunk the deuce to all our friends, no we couldnt do no wrong God bless the good old days, when all we had to do was ride and blaze I can go from Westwood to Montalba, about a hundred different ways Those backroads seem a thousand miles away God bless the good old days Yeah they say that gettin high, and gettin stoned is an awful waste of time But the memories that i cherish most are of a fat ass homegrown dime God bless the good old days, when there werent no mouths to feed or no bills to pay Wed go all the way to Jacksonville, and never touch highway Those backroads seem a million miles away God bless the good old days
bless, wed, backroads, god, old