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 moving slow

Till I hit that highway, just as fast as I could go

I think that high road's been catching 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 fishing 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