You come on the sluice, John D. My grandfather and me Oh, now sometime we did run through the drought Sittin' in bed and done with the bone And he'll say, John, just to crack them stones Well, I think I'm gonna, now I gotta go home Raise up the John D. sails And see how the mainsail sails I'm callin' for the captain's aid to shore I'm callin' for the captain's hand, I wanna go home And good days are gone Yeah, good days are gone And good days are gone Yeah, good days are gone And good days are gone Yeah, good days are gone And good days are gone Well, first mate, the hot hot sun Dreamin' and cryin' in the captain's lawn I said, don't cry, baby, don't fly in the rain Jump to the blue star above a golden age Thirty cents a gallon, super high way I used to fly like the wind through the hallows of David Storm, storm, leave me alone You'll never get broke, I'll never go home Raise up the John D. sails And see how the mainsail sails I'm callin' for the captain's aid to shore I'm callin' for the captain's hand, I wanna go home And good days are gone Yeah, good days are gone And good days are gone Yeah, good days are gone And good days are gone Yeah, good days are gone And good days are gone Baby, don't go to MIT Ditto, rimo, and the callous breast Baby, don't go to MIT Ditto, rimo, and the callous breast Baby, don't go to MIT Ditto, rimo, and the callous breast Baby, don't go to MIT Ditto, rimo, and the callous breast Baby, don't go to MIT Ditto, rimo, and the callous breast Baby, don't go to MIT Ditto, rimo, and the callous breast