Good Times Ain't What They Used to Be

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I thought J[E]ack Daniels [D]was the orking man's [A]tea
It was the [E]windows [D]to the life I used to [E]lead
I used to [D]ramble like a feather in the [A]breeze
But nowadays the [G]good times [D]ain't what they used to [A]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

And nowadays I [D]dream of an old [G]cane [A]pole
My baby's sweet [E]tea[D] and my favorite fishin' [E]hole
I sit down on that [D]bank underneath the [G]shade [A]tree
And I thank God the g[G]ood times, [D]Lord, ain't what they used to [A]be

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I sit down on that [D]bank underneath the [G]shade [A]tree
And I thank God the g[G]ood times, [D]Lord, ain't what they used to [A]be
I thank God the [G]good times [D]ain't what they used to be

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