Breakfast buffet weekends at the crabhouse,
The sun rising over the pier.
I kissed drunk Robbie Kerr one evening,
His mouth sweet with whiskey and beer.

Now I find myself reminescing
About old regulars and their families.
On church days, they crowded
The old crabhouse on the river.

Those were good old days
Those were simpler times

Fast forward a year
To full-time work at the Wal-Mart
Supercenter, like a mall
To a small, Virginia mountain town.

We talked about how fast
Our cars could go around deadly turns
As we gathered outside the store
In the parking lot, on warm nights.

Those were the good old days
Those were simpler times.

Four-wheelers and venison
Thrown on the grill for all to share,
Like the whiskey we threw back
Between chugs of our beer.

Now I'm working in the city.
Man, I've left that life behind,
But I often stop to remember
And wonder what if those ways were still mine.

Then, I think, those were
Just the good old days.
Boy, were they simpler times.
Oh, how things have changed
And the decision was all mine.
I guess I'm doing fine
In this down and out, complicated world.
I'm doing fine
Living the city life.