Lyrics:

In the days of my youth
I was told what it means to be a man
Now I've reached that age
I try to do all those things the best I can
No matter how I try
I find my way to the same old jam

Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
With a brown-eyed man
But I still don't seem to care

Sixteen, I fell in love
With a girl as sweet as could be
Only took a couple days
Till she was rid of me
She swore that she would be all mine
Love me till the end
But when I whispered in her ear
I lost another friend, oh

Good times, bad times
You know I've had my share
When my woman left home
With a one-eyed man
But I still don't seem to care


I know what it means to be alone
I start to wish I was at home
I'm never going on the short walks again
I wish I was at the least
More alive to my friends
With my friends