"Solid Country Gold" lyrics

Cocaine on the table, cigarette in my lip
I try to hang with the kids these days, but the kids swear I ain't hip
Naked girl in my bedroom, gut string in my hand
Twenty-two years my senior, ain't it good to be the man? Yes, ma'am

Whoa-oh-oh, where did all the good times go?
Give my last nickel to hear me a little
Guy Clark on the radio

Plastic on the sofa, shag carpet on the stairs
Tear drop velvet Elvis with a Naugahyde easy chair
Live oaks in the front yard, I'm still on the fence
Sleeping's good for dreamin', y'all, but it don't pay the rent

Whoa-oh-oh, where did all the good times go?
Give my last nickel to hear me a little
Rodney on the radio

Tequila in my coffee, huevos on the stove
I think of all the love I found and lost along the road
A little jangle in my pocket, pearl snaps on my shirt
Tell Jesus I'm in Texas when they put me in the dirt

Whoa-oh-oh, where did all the good times go?
Give my last nickel to hear me a little
John Prine on the radio

Whoa-oh-oh, where did all the good times go?
Give me a Z/28 with an 8-track tape
Solid country gold

Damn, I gotta go, I'm gonna be late