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)