E D A
I thought Jack Daniels was the orking man's tea
E D E
It was the windows to the life I used to lead
D A
I used to ramble like a feather in the breeze
G D A
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
D G A
And nowadays I dream of an old cane pole
E D E
My baby's sweet tea and my favorite fishin' hole
D G A
I sit down on that bank underneath the shade tree
G D A
And I thank God the good times, Lord, ain't what they used to be
SOLO: D A E D E
D G A
I sit down on that bank underneath the shade tree
G D A
And I thank God the good times, Lord, ain't what they used to be
G D
I thank God the good times ain't what they used to be
OUTRO: D A E D E D G A G D A G E D A E D A