Good Times Ain't What They Used to Be

Thought Jack Daniels was the working man's tea It was the windows to the life I used to lead I used to ramble like a feather in the breeze But nowadays the Good Times Ain't What They Used to Be Back home on those backroad, everybody's movin' slow 'Til I hit that highway just as fast as I could go I think that high road's been cacthin' up to me 'Cause nowadays the Good Times, Lord Ain't What They Used to Be And nowadays I dream of an old cane pole My baby's sweet tea and my favorite fishin' hole I sit down on that bank underneath the shade tree And I thank God the Good Times, Lord Ain't What They Used to Be I sit down on that bank underneath the shade tree And I thank God the good times, Lord, ain't what they used to be I thank God the Good Times Ain't What They Used to Be