"The Good Times Are Killing Me" Bb F E|--1---1-| B|--3---1-| G|--3---2-| D|--3---3-| A|--1---3-| E|--x---1-| [Intro] Bb F The good times are killing me. Here we go! [Verse 1] Bb F Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. Bb F Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say? Bb F Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent. [Chorus] Bb F The good times are killing me. [Verse 2] Bb Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads F who didn't like what I said. Bb The good times are killing me. Jaws clenched tight we talked all night, F oh but what the hell did we say? The good times are killing me. [Chorus] Bb The good times are killing me. F The good times are killing me. Bb F E|-1-------------1-------------1--------| B|---3---------3---1---------1----------| G|-----3-----3-------2-----2------------| Repeat D|-------3--------------3---------------| A|--------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------| (If you are singing and playing guitar, this part works best if you hit the Gm Chord and then the F) [Verse 3] Gm F Fed up with all that LSD. Gm F Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines. Gm F Late nights with warm, warm whiskey. Gm F I guess the good times they were all just killing me.