In the Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
We got up before sunup to get the work done up
We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
We've stood and we've cried as we helplessly watched
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
And I've gone to bed hungry many nights as a lad
In the good old days when times were bad
I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
I've seen mama lay and suffer in sickness
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad
No ammount of money could buy from me
The mem'ries that I have of them
No ammount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again
We've got up before we found ice on the floor
Where the wind would blew snow
Through the cracks in the wall
And I've walked many miles to an old country school
With my luch in a bag of my overalls
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad
No ammount of money could buy from me
The mem'ries that I have of them
No ammount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again
Nos Velhos Tempos (Quando as Coisas Eram Difíceis)
Acordamos antes do sol nascer pra trabalhar
Trabalhávamos nos campos até o sol se pôr
Choramos e nos sentimos impotentes ao ver
Uma tempestade de granizo destruindo nossa colheita
E fui dormir com fome muitas noites quando era garoto
Nos velhos tempos quando as coisas eram difíceis
Vi as mãos do papai se abrirem e sangrarem
E o vi trabalhar até ficar duro como uma tábua
Vi a mamãe deitada sofrendo de doença
Precisando de um médico que não podíamos pagar
Qualquer coisa que fosse era mais do que tínhamos
Nos velhos tempos quando as coisas eram difíceis
Nenhuma quantia de dinheiro poderia me comprar
As memórias que tenho deles
Nenhuma quantia de dinheiro poderia me pagar
Pra voltar e viver tudo isso de novo
Acordamos antes de encontrarmos gelo no chão
Onde o vento soprava a neve
Pelas frestas da parede
E caminhei muitas milhas até uma velha escola rural
Com meu lanche numa sacola dos meus macacões
Qualquer coisa que fosse era mais do que tínhamos
Nos velhos tempos quando as coisas eram difíceis
Nenhuma quantia de dinheiro poderia me comprar
As memórias que tenho deles
Nenhuma quantia de dinheiro poderia me pagar
Pra voltar e viver tudo isso de novo