In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man. Now I've reached the age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter how I try, I find my way to do the same old jam.
Good times, bad times, You know I've had my share. When my woman left home With a brown eyed man, Well I still don't seem to care.
Seventeen I fell in love, With a girl as sweet as could be. It only took a couple of days, Till she was rid of me. She swore that she would be all mine, And love me till the end. When I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend.
Good times, bad times, You know I've had my share. When my woman left home With a brown eyed man, Well I still don't seem to care.