Good Times Ain't What They Used To Be

I thought Jack Daniels was the working man's tea It was the windows 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 back road, 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 to 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 --- Good Times Ain't What They Used to Be - Jamey Johnson