I don't like talkin' about old times, When all it does is makes me sad. It would be different if they'd done wrong, Or if they treated people bad. But they just gave to those who needed Some fantasy against the real. Now all my friends are getting locked up. Oh Lord, How do you think that makes me feel? Why do they have to put my friends in jail? Why don't they let us walk in peace? Why don't they lock up all their phony laws instead? And sink it all into the sea? I see a change in order, brother. I see a changin' oh so fast. We have to keep ourselves together, Or every deal could be your last. The names of brothers gone and left me As images formed in my mind. I see my families getting broken. It seems that only love is blind. I don't like talkin' about old times When all it does is makes me sad. It would be different if they'd done wrong, Or if they treated people bad. But they nust gave to those who needed, And always known to give a deal. Now all my friends are getting locked up. How do you think that makes me feel?