All The Good Times Are Lyrics

All the good times are past and gone all the good times are past and gone All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do I can still see my mama bend over that ol' washpot And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot My pa eatin' them flapjacks and yellin' for more And the kids makin' tracks across mama's clean floor But all them good times are past and gone now all the good times are gone Well you could look for miles down a winding railroad track And see train a leavin' and hear one comin' back And with a cloud of blue up over your head It's like something from a storybook that you once read But all them good times are past and gone now all the good times are gone All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do And go down on that river when the big boats make their run And the canepoles grow so thick they block up the sun Just smell that coffee boilin' in an old tin can And that hot grease poppin' in the fryin' pan But all them good times are past and gone now all them good times are gone All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do