Good Times (ver. 2)

INTRO G D C G G D Put down the magazine and get off the phone C G Cuz theres a place I wanna show u and it wont take long G D Take a ride C G Take a ride G Its lookin like we're getting there D Over here, comin clear C G Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes G D Just good times C G Just good times Take me away To a place where the good times good times roll Don't let me stay In a place where this hate can steal my soul Got myself worked up over nothing today All this trash in my head I gotta throw it away Its alright Its alright Its lookin like we're getting there Over here, comin clear Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes Just good times Just good times Take me away To a place where the good times good times roll Don't let me stay In a place where this hate can steal my soul Am C This is it, I'm finally here Am C And all the blurry lines are clear Am C And everything that I cant see G Seems to make more sense to me D Why the hell cant I just let it go, let it go, yeah Take me away (away) where the good times good times roll (roll) Don't let me stay (stay) where this hate can steal my soul Let the good times roll Let the good times roll (take me away) Let the good times roll (take me away) Let the good times roll