Verse 1. I Was sittin on my porch just wasting time thinking about all the good times we use to have how
we use to sit under the sky watching the clouds change and the birds flying over us how we use to ride
horses. Go to rodeo’s and just be together.
Verse 2. When I feel you gone, and the words don't seem to come to me,
I pick up that picture of you sittin on that porch swing, Of me and you singing bout the good
times we had, Like that day at the rodeo when you first kissed me
I see you in the clouds, i see you in my dreams And I pray to god
I pray he will bring you back to me.
Chorus. Babe let us bring back the good times
climbing trees pickin wild flowers on the green hills
playing in light blue rivers
sittin on my tactor seat watching the cows graze
fishing in john boats with nothing but cane poles
Babe let us bring back the good times
Verse 3. babe If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
Chorus 2. Lets Just bring back the good times.
swinging from tree trunks to the pond below
riding on fourwheelers
playing barefoot in mudholes
swinging on half-fallen pine trees
chasing dragonflies
making ripples on the blue seas
sailing on wooden boats
paddling on clear days suns shining full and moons glowing cool
babe lets just bring back the good times.
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