lyric 3

Got an old friend by my side that plays a gypsy's song. A
melody that fills my soul as we go traveling on.
Happy times are here, the blues they fade around me.
Happy times have come, as we go down that road.

It's an old road, but a good road, our flags are flying. The
rain has washed away the dust that fell upon me. The smell
of sweetness fills the air, an incense that revives me.
Happy times are here, the blues they fade around me.
Happy times have come, as we roll down that road.

It's an old road, but a good road, our flags are flying. You
can be who you want to be, but there ain't no living without
happy times.

You can swear that you're alright, but you'd just be lying, so
now stop denying and be free.

Got an old friend by my side that plays a trickster's song. A
melody that steals my soul and carries us along. Happy
times are here, the blues that fade around me. Happy times
have come, as we go down that road. It's a wild road, but a
fine road, our flags are flying.

Here we Go. - It doesn't really matter which road that you
take you know what I'm saying One more time - It doesn't
really matter which road that you take, no, no ,no, no.
Bringing it home - With the father's blessing you can go
anywhere, love I'm a dealing with and you got to prevail,
step by step a me say lane by lane - Come on now!

You can be what you want to be, but there ain't no living
without happy times. You can swear that you're alright, but
you'd just be lying, so now stop denying and be free. Happy
times are free, happy times are free, happy times are free.