Good Ol' Days کے بول

Oh, southern breeze Knock me to my knees I believe you're the only one who can The religious and the rest They've all tried their best Well I guess some things you just don't understand Oh Lord, when will the road run out I'm on the road but I'm in doubt And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace If I stand to lose from winning To find the truth I'm willing To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days The good ol' days Oh, southern pines Reaching for the sky I'm convinced that I can fly Beneath your shade Oh, and it's all overdue Spending time just me and you Mmm, the pulpit and pew where I was saved Oh Lord, when will the road run out I'm on the road but I'm in doubt And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace If I stand to lose from winning To find the truth I'm willing To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days The good ol' days Oh Lord, when will the road run out I'm on the road but I'm in doubt And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace If I stand to lose from winning To find the truth I'm willing To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days The good ol' days Oh southern breeze Knock me to my knees I believe you're the only one who can