Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Roger McGuinn
Times ain't now nothing like they used to be
Times ain't now nothing like they used to be
Well, I tell you the truth, won't you take my word from me
I've seen better days, but I ain't puttin' up with these
I've seen better days, but I ain't puttin' up with these
Had a lot better times with the women down in New Orleans
'Cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to lose
'Cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to lose
She wants to hitch me to a wagon and drive me like a mule
I bought her a gold ring and I paid the rent
I bought her a gold ring and I paid the rent
She wants me to wash her clothes but I got good common sense
I gave you sugar for sugar, you want salt for salt
I gave you sugar for sugar, but you want salt for salt
And if you can't get along, honey, it's your own damn fault
Sometimes I think you're just too sweet to die
Sometimes I think you're just too sweet to die
Other times I think you ought to be buried alive