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