Good Times
by:
Willie Nelson
When I ran to the store with a penny,
And when youth was abundant and plenty,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.
When I rolled rubber tires in the driveway,
Pulled a purse, on a string, 'cross the highway,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.
Good times are comin', hummin', mmm
Good times are comin', hummin', mmm
Go to school, fight a war, workin' steady,
Meet a girl, fall in love, 'fore I'm ready,
Classify these as good times.
Good times.
Here I sit with a drink and a memory,
But I'm not cold, I'm not wet, and I'm not hungry,
So, classify these as good times.
Good times.
Good times are comin', hummin', mmm
Good times