4 acessos
I 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