Capo 3rd Fret
Intro: G D
G D
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
G D
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
G D
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
G D
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn't like what I said.
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
The good times are killing me.
Em D
Fed up with all that LSD.
Em D
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Em D
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
Em D
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
G D
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
G D
The good times are killing me.
G D
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know.
G D
The good times are killing me. (Repeat 8 more times)