i closed my eyes in dartmouth woke up behind the wheel a mason jar of memories and four black tires squeal the first and last time that we spoke you were lighting up a smoke and shit was real the prisonaires were singing just walking in the rain thats how we got to memphis and we made it home again down the highway that i dream with my blue eyes closed ive seen beyond the frame oh the good times we had i remember them lads we could take any turn on a dime quit reminding me girl its a ragged old world cause i dont want to leave it behind no i dont want to leave it behind from a gas station in texas to the bay of fundy mud my mind it goes a wandering with the whiskey in my blood remembering the chance we had after the dance before the flood gates opened reality came rushing in drowning out the past and chasing it with gin ill find that place again but let me first explain where do i begin oh the good times we had i remember them lads we could take any turn on a dime so quit reminding me girl its a ragged old world cause i dont want to leave it behind no i dont want to leave it behind we picked up the sticks gave it all we got the only time i liked playing hockey was in the liquor store parking lot on hollis street downtown before they tore it down i took a shot oh the good times we had i remember them lads we could take any turn on a dime quit reminding me girl its a ragged old world cause i dont want to leave it behind no i dont want to leave you behind oh the good times we had i remember them lads we could take any turn on a dime standing out in the cold singing those bastard souls no i dont want to leave it behind no i dont want to leave this behind