All the good times are past and gone
Bobby Bare Lyrics


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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

I can still see my mama bend over that ol' washpot
And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot
My pa eatin' them flapjacks and yellin' for more
And the kids makin' tracks across mama's clean floor
But all them good times are past and gone now all the good times are gone

Well you could look for miles down a winding railroad track
And see train a leavin' and hear one comin' 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
All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do

And go down on that river when the big boats make their run
And the cane poles grow so thick they block up the sun
Just smell that coffee boilin' in an old tin can
And that hot grease poppin' in the fryin' pan




But all them good times are past and gone now all them good times are gone
All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do

Overall Meaning

The song "All the good times are past and gone" by Bobby Bare is a lamentation of the passing of a time long gone. The chorus repeats the lines "All the good times are past and gone" to emphasize the finality of the situation. The singer reminisces about his childhood and how his parents and siblings used to spend time together. He remembers his mother washing clothes in a pot, his father eating flapjacks, and his siblings playing and making tracks on the floor. The nostalgia and sense of loss are palpable throughout the song.


The singer's memories then take him beyond his family and into the wider world. He recalls watching trains come and go, seeing their smoke and hearing their whistles. This experience is something he describes almost as if it's a storybook fantasy, highlighting the distance between what was and what is now. Similarly, he describes going down to the river to see the big boats make their run, fishing with cane poles and smelling the coffee and hot grease. All of these experiences and memories are now gone, leaving the poor boy in question to wonder what's left for him to do.


Line by Line Meaning

All the good times are past and gone all the good times are past and gone
There used to be good times, but they are gone now and will never come back.


All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do
The singer, a poor boy, wonders what he can do now that the good times are gone.


I can still see my mama bend over that ol' washpot
The singer remembers his mother doing the laundry and can still see her doing it in his mind.


And it's so doggone cold you could nearly freeze on the spot
The weather was so cold that it was almost unbearable.


My pa eatin' them flapjacks and yellin' for more
The artist's father was eating pancakes and asking for more.


And the kids makin' tracks across mama's clean floor
The children were running around on the clean floor, leaving dirty footprints.


But all them good times are past and gone now all the good times are gone
The good times of the singer's childhood are gone and will never return.


Well you could look for miles down a winding railroad track
From a distance, someone could see the train tracks stretch for miles.


And see train a leavin' and hear one comin' back
Someone could see a train leaving and hear another one coming back in the distance.


And with a cloud of blue up over your head
When a train passed by, a cloud of blue smoke would rise up over the artist's head.


It's like something from a storybook that you once read
The sight of a train passing by was so magical that it felt like something out of a storybook.


And go down on that river when the big boats make their run
The artist used to go down to the river to watch the big boats go by.


And the cane poles grow so thick they block up the sun
The cane poles were so thick that they would block the sun.


Just smell that coffee boilin' in an old tin can
The singer remembers the smell of coffee boiling in an old tin can.


And that hot grease poppin' in the fryin' pan
The singer remembers the sound of hot grease popping in a frying pan.


But all them good times are past and gone now all them good times are gone
The good times associated with the river and the smell of coffee and hot grease are gone and will never return.


All the good times are past and gone what's left for a poor boy to do
The artist, a poor boy, is left wondering what there is to do now that the good times are gone.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Howard Hausey

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Comments from YouTube:

@hqztonners

Thank YOU!!!!!!!
This is awesome and my old man is gonna love it!!!!

@BeMisty

You're very welcome, Michael!

@DustyRusty81

Never heard this but I like it

@BeMisty

+DustyRusty81 Glad you like it =)

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