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   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 tow that line   He knows he'd only lose his heart,    He'd never lose his mind.      Chorus:   Oh, And he'll never lose that hold   He'll never change his ways   The good times won't grow old   These are the good old days.      Chorus:   Oh, And he'll never lose that hold   He'll never change his ways   The good times won't grow old   These are the good old days.      These are the good old days...