I spend my days

I spend my nights

Big cars and guitars not far from city lights

I spend my days

I spend my nights

 

I walk these hills

I walk these streets

A small town at 8,900 feet

I walk these hills

I walk these streets

Outside where the meadows meet

 

I travel far

I travel near

From West Palm to D.C.

From Boulder to here

I travel far

I travel near

 

I shoot the breeze with a friend

About past times and fast times and times that never end

I shoot the breeze with a friend

Always a good time to spend

 

I'll take a walk

My dog and I

Through whispering pines

The skeeters and the flies

I'll talk a walk

My dog and I

 

I'll write a poem

I'll sing a song

About how life's highways are never too long

I'll write a poem

I'll sing a song

And I know that nothing is wrong

 

I go to church

I went to school

The Lord taught me everything about the Golden Rule

I go to church

I went to school

 

I fell in love

I fell so hard

With bluegrass music and picking my guitar

I fell in love

I fell so hard

Good times are all they are

GOOD TIME SPENT

Written by Pete Kartsounes 2003