Il testo della Old times good times

(stephen stills)
When i was young and needed my time alone
Jump in the pirogue, pole down the bayou
Bogafalaya river was dark and cold
Seven years old, i couldn't find my way home
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Old times, good times
Old times, good times
When i was twelve, i learned how to play the guitar
Got myself a job in a jax beer bar
Got myself together, went to new orleans
Found myself workin' for rice and beans
Chorus
New york city was so damned cold
I had to get out of that town before i got old
California, rock and roll dream
Got too high and we blew our whole scene
But we had a good time
Chorus (x2)