Bad Old Days Lyrics

I asked my mother ‘bout the bad old days.
I asked my mother ‘bout the bad old days.
I asked my mother ‘bout the bad old days.
She said, “Son, these are the bad old days”.

You got to watch the backbiters tryin’ to take your
place.
You got to watch the backbiters tryin’ to take your
place.
You got to watch the backbiters tryin’ to take your
place.
All the time they’re smilin’ in your face.

Chorus:
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
Gotta…
Move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up now.

When God finds the time, he’s gonna deal your case.
When God finds the time, he’s gonna deal your case.
When God finds the time, he’s gonna deal your case.
I’m sure he’s gonna ask you ‘bout your bad old ways.

Chorus:
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
You can’t trust your own brother. You disrespect your
sister.
Gotta…
Move on up, move on up, move on up, move on up, move on
up, move on up, move on up now.
Walk a little prouder. Sing a little louder. Play a
little louder.

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