the good times are so hard to find. Good times are so hard to find! Good times are so hard to find! Good times are so hard to find! Good times are
feels so good inside Take your time and do it right Your love it feels so good inside Slow it down, we got the night Your love it feels so good inside
so good, so good, so good, so good You're so good, so good, so ooh, shit, damn So good, so good, so good, so good You're so good, so good, so ooh, shit
good friends we will always be And I owe it all to you Every good thing that I do is you Every good thing that I do is you, it's you Every good thing
a doll I'm glad you're mine You're so good to me How come you are You take my hand And you understand When I get in a bad mood You're so good to me
so good You know how to make me, make me feel so good You know how to make me, make me feel so good You know how to make me, make me feel so good You
don't expect to be seen or heard I won't mind, I've nothin' to hide Ooh, it's so good to see you I couldn't wait another day So good to see you Ooh,
concrete and steel So what's so bad about feeling good? What's so bad, what's so bad? What's so bad about feeling good? What's so bad, what's so bad?
dried You can see my brown eyes Rver since you said goodbye I look so good, i look so good without you I look so good, i look so good without you
glouster smack and fished the georges bank the work was hard and the wages fare to the good lord i gave thanks although ive had a good life as good
Take me back to my Western boat, Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's, Where the hogdowns sail and the foghorns wail, With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I want to be In the warm hold of your loving mind To feel you all around me, To take your hand along the
-fo-lol-le-ra Well in Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity to be so soon deprived a view of that fine city, so then I took a stroll down among
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Real Bog, the rattlin' bog, The bog down in the valley-o. Well in the bog there was a hole
Then on sunday morning, we'd walk to the chapel To count up our blessings for all we received And give thanks to the lord for good health and well
recently to sit upon his knee When she at last consented she behaved so bashfully She'd never been there before She'd never been there before She seemed so
the edge, Livin' on the edge, On the edge of the Shamrock City. There's a band tonight down in Shamrock City, They all play for nothing so put something