Good Times, Bad Times - Eric Bloom, Brian Robertson

In the days of my youth

I was told what it was to be a man,

Now I’ve reached the age

I’ve tried to do all those things the best I can.

No matter how I try,

I find my way to do the same old jam.

Good Times, Bad Times,

You know I had my share

When my woman left home

With a brown eyed man,

Well, I still don’t seem to care.

Sixteen: I fell in love

With a girl as sweet as could be,

Only took a couple of days

Till she was rid of me.

She swore that she would be all mine

And love me till the end,

When I whispered in her ear

I lost another friend.

Good Times, Bad Times,

You know I had my share

When my woman left home

With a brown eyed man,

Well, I still don’t seem to care.

I know what it means to be alone,

I sure do wish I was at home.

I don’t care what the neighbors say,

I’m gonna love you each and every day.

You can feel the beat within my heart.

Realize, sweet babe, we aint’t ever gonna part.