"Grandpa, tell me bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say then forget
Did families really bow their heads and pray
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me bout the good old days.
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the pictures of long ago"
- Jamie O'Hara,
sung by Wynona Judd
"Mom and Dad, tell me 'bout when you were raised.
How did you spend your days?
I need to know for certain!
My children, they are growing fast.
If this family is gonna last
we had better do things the old fashioned way."
Paint me those pictures of long ago.
Daddy, how I need to know.
It is an upstream swim in culture so dim,
We just can't go that way.
So tell me 'bout your childhood days.
Daddy, your wisdom has given us resolve.
We are gonna pray, work hard, and love.
We won't have video games in our home,
Or let our young children have a phone.
We will eat together at the table each day,
Go outside for walks and play.
You said, "Teach your boys to show respect,
Honor their elders, do an honest days work.
Show your daughters, to be gentle and kind,
Cheerful, like grandma and you'll do fine."
Oh, Daddy, thank you for sharing with us
"bout the good old days."