The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me
I guess, I could get sober, but I think I'll just stay here and drink
Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail
'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail
Livin' hard was easy, yeah I liked to chase the pain
None the less I've done my best and it's to late to change
If my life was a song I know what it'd sound like
It'd be in the key of D like a song ol' Haggard write
The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me
I guess, I could get sober, but I'll just stay here and drink
Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail
'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail
My ol' lady she's a saint, with a gypsy soul
Does her best to hold on, 'cause she just won't let go
And I can't count the times she's picked me off the floor
Paid my tab and cussed my ass, and drug me out the door
The good times ain't over, still a fightin' side in me
I guess, I could get sober, but I'll just stay here and drink
Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail
'Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail
I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail
And I guess these silver wings might fly me straight to hell
Momma tried to raise me better and I guess she didn't fail
Cause I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail
I didn't turn 21 in prison, I turned 25 in jail
