Bad Old Days - Big Sugar

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

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

You’ve got to 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 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