Our Good Old Days by Janice & Bud Merritt

published on 2019-01-04T16:59:55Z

© 2019 Bud Merritt & floyd jane / All Rights Reserved Janice Merritt: lead vocal floyd jane: harmony vocal, arrangement and mix counsel Bud Merritt: RealTracks, RealDrums, mix and mastering OUR GOOD OLD DAYS They worked dawn to dusk in a dark underground digging up shiny black coal, coughing up black lung paying the price to keep a young america's lights on then passing that life of misery on to their sons we call em the good ol' days but think of what they might say thank god you didn't live in our good old days considered little more than their husband's property they bore the next generation they raised and fed and taught and tended who we would become without a vote without a voice without veneration children at 8 and 9 toiling 16 hour days robbed of any childhood working the mills No school, no play, no free day trapped in a man made hell just so the family could eat and try to pay the bills sharecroppers working land they’d never own back breaking labor broken only by the dinner bell After each year's accounting sinking deeper into debt they came seeking haven, just found hell No amount of money, no position could protect them for the lack of a shot or want of a pill the whole family taken by yellow fever now a cluster of headstones on a hill what do you think our ghosts will say about living in our good old days