The Good Old Times (Blues) - Voice of The Panther

[Intro – slow blues guitar, warm organ, drums coming in softly] Oh-oh, yeah… Sometimes I look back and I can still hear those old songs. [Verse 1] We sat outside as the evening fell, two glasses of wine and a story to tell. The wind moved softly through the streets of the town, and we knew exactly what we had found. We laughed so loud until morning came, turning all our troubles into stories again. No road was too long, no night was too deep, somewhere inside us, new dreams would awake from sleep. [Pre-Chorus – the voice grows stronger] And when the rain comes tapping on the glass, I feel those moments coming back at last. [Chorus – big, memorable blues refrain] Oh, the good old times, they’re never really gone, they live inside the songs we sing and carry on. Oh, the good old times, I keep them deep inside, and even as the years roll on, a part of then still stays alive. [Verse 2] We danced barefoot somewhere by the sea, with empty pockets but a heart wild and free. We dreamed of futures no one understood, and wrote our hopes in the sand like we knew we could. The nights were wild, the stars were so near, we truly believed there was nothing to fear. And when the world would knock us to the ground, there was always one old melody to turn us back around. [Pre-Chorus – with call-and-response backing vocals] When memories come drifting through the night, I hear our old song burning bright. [Chorus – with deep backing choir] Oh, the good old times, they’re never really gone, they live inside the songs we sing and carry on. Oh, the good old times, I keep them deep inside, and even as the years roll on, a part of then still stays alive. [Bridge – stripped back, piano and vocal only] Some faces disappear and never return, some promises fade while the cold winds burn. But what once touched us deep within, stays in the place where we are still the same again. And when I walk those streets alone, I see us standing in the evening glow. The world is older, but one thing remains true: what was beautiful still shines through. [Guitar Solo – slow, raw and emotional] [Final Chorus – full band comes in] Oh, the good old times, they’re never really gone, they burn like a fire when the night is cold and long. Oh, the good old times, I keep them deep inside, through every night and every morning, they’re still here by my side. Oh, the good old times, no goodbye can kill their light. As long as my heart keeps playing blues, I’ll never lose those days from sight. [Outro – soft harmonica] Oh, the good old times… sometimes they quietly return. In an old song, in someone’s eyes… in a little piece of happiness we’ve learned.