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