mr collin he s a hauling hay but his barn is falling he got a for sale sign on a rusty sixty one ford the train used to stop down here at the station but that old whistle it don t blow round here no more and time eases on and now the good old days are gone now old mack he was an outlaw ain t no denying but ms wanita kept him coming home eleven kids seven decades later like an old oak tree he stands alone she s laid beneath the stone and now his good old days are gone father time he s a heartless hunter he ll sneak up from behind steal away your youth and age your mind take away all the good things and a few good folks left around til everything you love is in the cold ground cause old butch he was a north louisiana legend a country preneur the first and the last of his kind til behind the counter at the bait shop one cold morning shots were fired and a small town cried so let the corny queen sail on because the good old days are gone because the good old days are gone