All the Good Times Are Gone

Hold out in the blackboard autumn

Sit down right where you want em

High tide, on a yellow morning

Besides all the good times are gone

Homesick I left Cincinnati

Take it just don't point it at me

Right now might be all that matters

Look out all the good times are gone

Paintings on a wall so sober

Night rings like a blanket over

Your head, yeah it don't come easy

We're blood red all the good times are gone

All the good times are gone

All the good times are gone

All the good times are gone

All the good times