In the days of my youth I was told what it was to

be a man Now I've reached the age I've tried to do all those things the best I can No matter how I try I find my way to do the same old jam Good times, bad times You know I had my share When my woman left home With a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care Sixteen I fell in love With a girl as sweet as could be Only took a couple of days Till she was rid of me She swore that she would be all mine And love me till the end When I whispered in her ear I lost another friend Good times, bad