Good Times Gone

Lost it on the Chesterfield Or maybe on a gamblin' wheel Lost it in a diamond mine It's dark as hell and hard to find You can climb to the top of the highest tree You can look around, but you still won't see What I'm lookin' for Oh, where the good times gone? Where the good times gone? All that stupid fun And all that shit we've done Where the good times gone? Well, I still don't know Out in the back in the old corn field Underneath the tractor wheel Thought I'd dig, 'til I'd found it first Broke my back and died of thirst You can bribe the Devil, you can pray to God And you can sell off everything you got And you still won't know Oh, where the good times gone? Where the good times gone? All that stupid fun And all that shit we've done Where the good times gone? And you still don't know, oh Saw it on the silver screen Preacher says, "Don't know what it means" Last page ad in a comic book Bought me a map, told me where to look It ain't carved of stone or made of wood And if you paid for it, then it ain't no good And you still won't know what I'm looking for Oh, where the good times gone? Where the good times gone? All that stupid fun And all that shit we've done Where the good times gone? Oh yeah