Good Times Gone

"Good Times Gone"Lost it on the chesterfieldOr maybe on a gamblin wheelLost it in a diamond mineIt's dark as hell and hard to findYou can climb to the top of the highest treeYou can look around, but you still won't seeWhat I'm lookin forWhere the good times gone?Where the good times gone?All the stupid funAnd all that shit we've doneWhere the good times gone?Well I still don't knowOut in the back in the old corn fieldUnderneath the tractor wheelThought I'd dig, til I'd found it firstBroke my back and died of thirstYou can bribe the devil, you can pray to GodYou can sell off everything you gotAnd you still won't knowWhere the good times gone?Where the good times gone?All the stupid funAnd all that shit we've doneWhere the good times gone?And you still don't knowSaw it on the silver screenPreacher says, "don't know what it means"Last page ad in a comic bookBought me a map, showed me where to lookIt ain't carved of stone or made of woodAnd if you paid for it, then it's still no goodAnd you still won't knowWhat I'm looking forWhere the good times gone?Where the good times gone?All the stupid funAnd all that shit we've doneWhere the good times gone?