Good Times lyrics

All packed up heading for unknown
We had egg ranch rolling, blowing down the road
A bat against the head, fighting in the streets
Lump got the bump, the old man just got bent

Brand new town, brand new face to meet
We`re hungry, tired, haven`t showered in a week
Well pulling on in to the hotel, motel, roach ridden`, dirty old shoe smell
But at least a warm place to close our eyes
`Cause when I`m out on the road
There`s no place I`d rather be
Than with my friends just having fun

I`m talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times

Now on through Little Rock next thing the tire popped
Oncoming freeway, pig truck, now we`re fucked
With the thunderball totalled we had no where to go
So we jumped on a plane in time for the next show
`Cause when I`m on the stage
There`s no place I`d rather be
Than with my friends having fun
I`m talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times

Good times
Good times
Good times
Good times

I`ts the way you feel when things are right
Both hands holding on real tight
The crowd is there to lift you high
Like Superman you could almost fly
A certain feeling when the sun goes down
And having all your good friends around
The good times never seem to end
When your on the road and you`re with your friends

I`m talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times, good-times
Talkin` bout good times
Good times

Talkin` bout good times
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