[Chorus]
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times are past and gone
What's left for a poor boy to do

[Verse 1]
I can still see my mama bent over that ol' washpot
And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot
And pa eating them flapjacks and yelling for more
And the kids making tracks across mama's clean floor
But all them good times are past and gone now
All the good times are gone

[Verse 2]
Well you could look for miles down a winding railroad track
And see train a leaving and hear one coming back
And with a cloud of blue up over your head
It's like something from a storybook that you once read
But all them good times are past and gone now
All the good times are gone

[Chorus]
All the good times are past and gone
What's left for a poor boy to do
[Verse 3]
And go down on that river when the bigguns make their run
And the cane poles grow so thick they block up the sun
Just smell that coffee boiling in an old tin can
And that hot grease popping in the frying pan
But all them good times are past and gone now
All them good times are gone

[Chorus]
All the good times are past and gone
What's left for a poor boy to do
All the good times are past and gone
All the good times