"The Good Times Are Killing Me"
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[Intro] Bb F
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
[Verse 1]
Bb F
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Bb F
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Bb F
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
[Chorus]
Bb F
The good times are killing me.
[Verse 2]
Bb
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
F
who didn't like what I said.
Bb
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
F
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
[Chorus]
Bb
The good times are killing me.
F
The good times are killing me.
Bb F
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(If you are singing and playing guitar, this part works best if you hit the Gm Chord and then the F)
[Verse 3]
Gm F
Fed up with all that LSD.
Gm F
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Gm F
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
Gm F
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
[Outro] Bb F
