Good Times Are Killing Me

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 )