Lyrics:

Up in the bar all smoking cigars**lf**While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar**lf**Talkin'' ''bout them better days are not that far**lf**Whoever''s coming back to mine you better bring the guitar**lf**You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart**lf**Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start**lf**Pass me on the pain that you made into art**lf**Yea, piercin'' through my skin like a heroin dart**lf**When someone''s strummin'' on the strings and they''re spittin'' things,**lf**Everybody''s movin'' groovin'' vibes when the other sings**lf**They gon'' kill you with their passion and their soul**lf**When the first verse drops, you''ll be fightin'' back the tears and all**lf**While another man''s crying in his beers and all**lf**While his woman''s sayin'' cheers to it all**lf**Ain''t no shame in the game, just the way we were raised**lf**For all we sing about better days, better days**lf****lf**Oh, we''ll remember this night when we''re old and gray**lf**Cause in the future these will be the good ol'' days**lf**Oh and we''re arm in arm as we sing away**lf**In the future this will be the good ol'' days**lf****lf**Ten o''clock and it''s off, what started as a pub crawl**lf**Now we''re all lost**lf**Better live it out tonight, tomorrow''s gonna cost**lf**So get up on that piano boy and play your ass off**lf**You''re playing real good, everybody sing along**lf**If your bang is out of beat, everybody move along**lf**Play us somethin'' real we can hang our hopes on**lf**Sing a rebel song and watch us march along**lf**Won''t you come along? (Oh, these times are hard)**lf**Yeah, meet Jenny, meet Pete, meet Mary, meet Keith**lf**They''re buskin'' on the streets seven days a week**lf**Pay a pound, pay a penny, make it full or leave it empty**lf**They play, you listen, that''s plenty**lf**It''s two a.m. now, we''re dancing in the rain and uh**lf**Hanging out of each other like the pain is gone**lf**These are my people, these are my crowd**lf**And I''m never too proud to sing about**lf****lf**Oh, we''ll remember this night when we''re old and gray**lf**Cause in the future these will be the good ol'' days**lf**Oh and we''re arm in arm as we sing away**lf**In the future these will be the good ol'' days**lf**The good ol'', the good ol'' days**lf****lf**Oh I got the whole place singin'' yea, singin'' this song**lf**Even the old man there with the paddy hat on**lf**Singin'' ooh ooh, come on sing it sing it, ooh ooh**lf**I got the whole place singin'' yea, singin'' this song**lf**Even the girl over there with the red dress on**lf**Singin'' ooh ooh, she singin'', ooh ooh**lf**Oh, I got the whole bar drinkin'' yea, singin'' these tunes**lf**And the guys over there with the big tattoos**lf**Are singin'' ooh ooh, drinkin'' and singin'', ooh ooh**lf**The emo girls with the college degrees**lf**And the tag along friends with the fake ID''s**lf**Singin'' ooh ooh**lf****lf**Oh and we''re arm in arm as we sing away**lf**In the future these will be the good ol'' days**lf**The good ol'', the good ol'' days**lf****lf**The good ol'' days, yeah**lf**The good ol'' days