People often tell me That all my songs are sad Lately I spend all my time Alone and feeling bad But they can rest assured That I've seen good times too But good times they don't sound as good As the things that make me blue
Good times they don't rhyme as well And happy songs don't always tell The truth about the living hell That a woman sometimes brings I used to like watching hippie dance 'Til I traded mine in for a burning man Chances are it wasn't meant to be So i'll keep writing cowboy songs And being me
There's laughing on the hillside There's crying down below There's a crook on every corner And there's mercy on your soul There's a woman that will love you And there's a woman that will cheat There's a loyal dog just waitin' Alone on every street So get a dog
Good times they don't rhyme as well And happy songs don't always tell The truth about the living hell That a woman sometimes brings I went over to her house to make amends And found her jumping on the bed With all my friends Chances are it wasn't meant to be
Good times they don't rhyme as well And happy songs don't always tell The truth about the living hell That a woman sometimes brings The girl in Echo Park was cute 'Til she ran off with the blue man group Chances are it wasn't meant to be So I'll keep picking this here guitar and feeling mean
There's a bar girl in the window She's staring back at me She's still as a stubborn statue She's fine as make believe But she's filled with bad intentions And her eyes are made of sin She's taken fire and brimstone to the lives of many men Stear clear
Good times they don't rhyme as well And happy songs don't always tell The truth about the living hell That a woman sometimes brings So take advice from me my friend Just don't fall in love with a mannequin Chances are it wasn't meant to be Just keep stealing cowboy songs and feeling free We'll just keep stealing cowboy songs and feeling free