The Good Times

I'm tired of the good times in life dragging me down
I need a pick me up ya to get me up get me back on the ground
Oh I miss the nights of doing dumb shit out on the town
With my high school friends smoking cigarettes and screaming real loud
Ahh oooh Ahh oooh

If you want to know
I miss the way it was before

Just a bunch of kids
Tryin to figure out what fun is
Getting into trouble and
Discovering what love is
I wish I could go back
These memories, they carry me
I am the man that you can see
Because of these
Because of
The good times

It's time to move on I don't know why it's so tough
Why can't I close the door just look ahead yeah I've had enough
Oh I'm thinking 'bout all the laughs I had back then
And I start dreaming big and live those times all over again

If you want to know
I miss the way it was before

Just a bunch of kids
Tryin to figure out what fun is
Getting into trouble and
Discovering what love is
I wish I could go back
These memories, they carry me
I am the man that you can see
Because of these
Because of
The good times

Boat days and taking the long way home
Drunk every night, they say when in Rome
Pushing the limits as far as they'll go
Trying to find what's inside our souls

If you want to know
I miss the way it was
I miss the way it was before
We were just a bunch of kids
Tryin to figure out what fun is
Getting into trouble and
Discovering what love is
I wish I could go back
These memories, have carried me
I am the man that you can see
Because of these
Because of
The good times
Ahh oooh
Because of these
Ahh oooh
Because of
The good times
Ahh oooh Ahh oooh



Credits
Writer(s): Sheri Beth
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