E Working on the Georgia Line the live long dayB A E Ninety nine degrees and only half past MayE Nailing down the metal with the cross time bluesB A E I had creosote all over my shoes [Chorus]E I hated it, you know, now I find I miss itB A E Every time my little pension check rolls inE Course I had it bad, not as bad as this isB A E It sure was better back thenB A E Yeah It sure was better back then [Verse 2]E Working in the rain beneath surplus tarpB A E Foreman in the wagon twanging a sad Jews harpE Passing out at night still in my mud caked jeansB A E I was living off of berries and beans [Chorus]E I hated it, you know, now I swear I miss itB A E Every time I look down on my pale white skinE Course I had it bad, not as bad as this isB A E It sure was better back thenB A E It sure was better back then [Verse 3]E Well, the cable caught my leg, and, boy, the damn thing bledB A E Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch threadE Sit me by the camp, gonna help the cook clean pansB A E And scrub them down with Georgia red sand... [Chorus]E I hated it, you know, now I really I miss itB A E Staring at my TV till the broadcast endsE Course I had it bad, not as bad as this isB A E It sure was better back thenB A E It sure was better back thenB A E It sure was better back, one more time,B A E It sure was better back then
It Sure Was Better Back Then
Steve Forbert
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