Lyrics:

Cocaine on the table, cigarette in my lip
I try to hang with the kids these days, but the kids swear I ain't hip
Naked girl in my bedroom, gut string in my hand
22 years my senior
Ain't it good to be the man? Yes, ma'am
Whoa, where did all the good times go?
Give my last nickel to hear me a little Guy Clark on the radio
Plastic on the sofa, shag carpet on the stairs
Tear drop velvet Elvis with a Naugahyde easy chair
Live oaks in the front yard, I'm still on the fence
Sleeping's good for dreaming, y'all, but it don't pay the rent
Whoa, where did all the good times go?
I'd give my last nickel to hear me a little Rodney on the radio
Tequila in my coffee, huevos on the stove
I think of all the love I found and lost along the road
A little jangle in my pocket, pearl snaps on my shirt
Tell Jesus I'm in Texas when they put me in the dirt
Whoa, where did all the good times go?
Give my last nickel to hear me a little John Prine on the radio
Whoa, where did all the good times go?
Give me a Z/28 with an 8-track tape, solid country gold
Damn, I gotta go, I'm gonna be late