JB And Moonshine Band - Good Old Days lyrics

Back when i was 17, my friend _______ he sold weed He used to let me smoke for free, so I'd help him make his rounds He always kept his pager on, cause back then nobody had cell phones He'd get a page, and we'd be gone we must've moved a thousand pounds God bless the good old days, when all we had to do was ride and blaze Yeah we'd 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 we'd roll up late We'd have eyes as red as hades gate, and we smelled like Cheech&Chong We'd 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 couldn't 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 a** homegrown dime God bless the good old days, when there weren't no mouths to feed or no bills to pay We'd go all the way to Jacksonville, and never touch highway Those backroads seem a million miles away God bless the good old days