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


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

SOLO: D  A  E   D   E 

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

OUTRO: D  A  E  D  E  D  G A  G  D  A  G  E   D  A  E  D  A