Dale Inskeep: Music
Bad Times Weren't Bad
(Dale Inskeep)
The Bad Times Weren’t Bad
He was a young man, with brothers around
In mid-west America with corn from the ground
He had the key and opened the door
He wrote the songs that came from his core
He wrote the songs that came from his core
He found his next journey in the National Guard
He thought about picnics in his folk’s backyard
The girls that he wanted, Father Douglas had seen
He wrote the songs of where he had been
He wrote the songs of where he had been
The good time were good, The bad times weren’t bad
So many memories fo the good times I had
The good times were good, The bad times weren’t bad
I still remember the good times we had
He moved to the west coast where the waves he could ride
He lived and he worked while some family had died
The kids that he saw each and every day
Would help him sort out the path and his way
Would help him sort out the path and his way
He really is, in a class all his own
The ocean and rivers warm him down to his bone
The rain it may come or the sun it will shine
But he’ll keep on rollin’ – rollin’ down the line
But he’ll keep on rollin’ – rollin’ down the line
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He’s here and there, but rarely a call
I figure he feels he’s up against a brick wall
He’s quite a friend, a pal I once had
The good times were good; The bad times weren’t that bad
The good times were good; The bad times weren’t that bad
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