Matt Costa - Good Times текст песни

Baby we're running out of money
Honey we're runnin' out of dough
I'm turning back to the man
That i once was
But it's fine to fool them for a while
Finaly those

Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end

Have anyone smiles to a sad song
Specialy when they are riding high
It's a crying shame
That the good times are coming to an end
Finaly those

Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end

I won't miss those fancy dinners
Won't even miss the fancy clothes
I won't miss that girl i love
And just turnin'back to the man i once was

Good times are coming

Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end

Finaly
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end

They be runnin'out of money
Let's blow it all in a fiery bash
And the rest we'll put on smoke
Finaly those

Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end

All those
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end
All those
Good times are coming
Good times are coming
Good times are coming to an end