The Good Times Are Killing Me

Bb F
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!

 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.

 Bb                                  F
The good times are killing me.

 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.

Bb
The good times are killing me.
F
The good times are killing me.

(If you are singing and playing guitar, this part works best if you hit the Gm Chord and then the F)

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.

"The Good Times Are Killing Me" Bb F
E|--1---1-|
B|--3---1-|
G|--3---2-|
D|--3---3-|
A|--1---3-|
E|--x---1-|

Bb F
E|-1-------------1-------------1--------|
B|---3---------3---1---------1----------|
G|-----3-----3-------2-----2------------| Repeat
D|-------3--------------3---------------|
A|--------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------|

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