Good Times Bad Times (Instrumental)

Good Times Bad Times (Instrumental Version) - The Hit Co. (熱歌公司)

In the days of my youth,

I was told what it means to be a man,

Now I've reached that age,

I've tried to do all those things the best I can.

No matter how I try,

I find my way into the same old jam.

Good Times, Bad Times, you know I had my share;

When my woman left home for a brown eyed man,

Well, I still don't seem to care.

Seventeen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be,

The only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me.

She swore that she would be all mine

And love me till the end,

But when I whispered in her ear,

I lost another friend, oooh.

Good Times, Bad Times,

You know I had my share;

When my woman left home

For a brown eyed man,

Well, I still don't seem to care.

Good Times, Bad Times,

You know I had my share;

When my woman left home

For a brown eyed man,

Well, I still don't seem to care.

I know what it means to be alone,

I sure do wish I was at home.

I don't care what the neighbors say,

I'm gonna love you each and every day.

You can feel the beat within my heart.

Realize, sweet babe, we ain't ever gonna part.