He still likes the bar room's dim-lit, smoky atmosphere   The different kinds of perfume, conversations he overhears   He's just one of many winding down or winding up the night   The only way he knows to let loose is to hold on tight      Chorus:   And he'll never lose that hold   And he'll never change his ways   The good times won't grow old   These are the good old days      He's got no broken romance that sent him wondering way back when   He carries the torch for no one, that's the way it's always been   He's just one of the chosen few who won't push or two that line   He knows he'd only lose his mind, he'd never lose his mind      Chorus:      Chorus:      These are the good old days