Text: Merle Haggard. Where Does the Good Times Go.

Where does the good times go
Where does the river flow
Where does the north wind blow
Where does the good times go

Lips that used to burn with love
Now are cold beneath my touch
Still I love you oh so much
Where does the good times go

Where does the good times go
Where does the river flow
Where does the north wind blow
Where does the good times go

Arms that used to hold me tight
Eyes that shone with love so bright
Now have changed like day to night
Where does the good times go

Where does the good times go
Where does the river flow
Where does the north wind blow
Where does the good times go
Where does the good times go