Bad Old Days Songtext / Lyric

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"



Move on up, move on up



You've got to watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place

Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place

Watch the back-biters tryin' to take your place

All the time they're smilin' in your face



You can't trust your brother

You disrespect your sister

You got to






Move on up, move on up

Move on up, move on up

Move on up, move on up

Move on up a little



Move on up a little higher



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 days



Well, sing a little louder

Look a little harder

Sons and daughters

Walk a little prouder

Sing a little louder



Move on up, move on up

Move on up, move on up

Move on up, move on up

Move on up