I thought Jack Daniels was the orking 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 backroad, everybody's movin' slow
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