Lyrics Good Times Ain't What They Used To Be - Jamey Johnson

Good Times Ain't What They Used To Be

I thought Jack Daniels, was the working man’s tea
It was the window, 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 backroads, everybody’s movin' slow
'Til I hit that highway, just as fast as I could go
I think that high road’s been catchin' up with 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