Good Times Gone

Lost it on the chesterfield

Or maybe on a gamblin' wheel

Lost it in a diamond mine

It's dark as hell and hard to find

You can climb to the top of the highest tree

You can look around but you still won't see

What I'm lookin' for

Where the good times gone?

Where the good times go?

All that stupid fun

And all that shit we've done

Where the good times gone?

Well I still don't know

Out in the back in the old corn field

Underneath the tractor wheel

Thought I'd dig till I'd found it first

Broke my back and died of thirst

You can bribe the devil, you can pray to God

You can sell off everything you got

And you still won't know

Where the good times gone?

Where the good times go?

All the stupid fun

And all that shit we've done

Where the good times gone?

And you still don't know

Saw it on the silver screen

Preacher says don't know what it means

Last page ad in a comic book

Bought me a map, told me where to look

It ain't carved of stone or made of wood

And if you paid for it then it ain't no good

And I still won't know

What I'm lookin' for

Oh, where the good times gone?

Where the good times gone?

All the stupid fun

And all that shit we've done

Where the good times gone?

Oh, oh