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 )
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 )
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