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Watching while some old friends do a line,
Holding back the want to in my own addicted mind.
Wishing it was still a thing even I could do,
Wishing all these old things were new.
Watching while some young men go to jail,
And they show it all on TV just to see somebody fail.
And I guess there's not a single thing
A man like me can do,
Wishing all these old things were new.
Wishing all these old things were new,
Good times like the roaring '20s and the roaring '80s too.
Thinking about the good old days, before it all fell through,
Wishing all these old things were new.
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The kids don't want my cigarettes around,
They say its time that dad should lay tobacco down.
But if I could start all over,
Guess I'd still do what I do,
Wishing all these old things were new.
Wishing all these old things were new,
Good times like the roaring '20s and the roaring '80s too.
Thinking about the good old days, before it all fell through,
Wishing all these old things were new.
Wishing all these old things were new.