Do the cowboys still sit with their backs to the wall Do the drifters still answer the highwaymans call And do the old hobos still cook their beans in a tin Do the sailors still cast their fates to the wind Are the villians in black hats are the heros in white Are there sock-hoppin' rock and rollin' Saturday nights Would a '49 Mercury still be outta sight Well that was the way it was then You were like Natalie I was James Dean Slow walkin' soft talkin' silently mean Surely that rebel in me lives again But now without a cause to be all caught up in Oh the blacks have their freedom and the reds are our friends And we've ended a war we could not seem to win And the Folk singers' out on his a** once again My how the times they have changed Its a quarter to ten and I'm lyin' in bed Spinnin' that old memory thing in my head The times were so good and the songs were so sad It was a game we would play feellin' good feelin' bad And theres a girl I remember now what was her name Why we made love one night in a hell of a rain Well maybe ten minutes how time then would fly It will never be that way again