Good Ol’ Days lyrics

Oh, southern breeze knock me to my knees

I believe you're the only one who can

The religious and the rest, they've all tried their best

Well I guess some things you just don't understand

Oh Lord, when will the road run out

I'm on the road but I'm in doubt

And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace

If I stand to lose from winning

To find the truth I'm willing

To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days

The good ol' days

Oh, southern pines reaching for the sky

I'm convinced that I can fly beneath your shade

Oh, and its all overdue spending time just me and you

Mmm, the pulpit and pew where I was saved

Oh Lord, when will the road run out

I'm on the road but I'm in doubt

And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace

If I stand to lose from winning

To find the truth I'm willing

To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days

The good ol' days, yeah

Oh Lord, when will the road run out

I'm on the road but I'm in doubt

And I don't know why, still I second guess my pace

If I stand to lose from winning

To find the truth I'm willing

To start back at the beginning of the good ol' days

The good ol' days

Oh southern breeze knock me to my knees

I believe you're the only one who can

• Artist:Miranda Lambert
• Album:The Weight of These Wings (2016)