Where Does The Good Times Go - Buck Owens

Where does the good times go?

Where does the river flow?

Where does the north wind blow?

Where does the good times go?

Lips that used to burn with love

Now are cold beneath my touch

Still I love you, Oh, so much!

Where does the good times go?

Where does the good times go?

Where does the river flow?

Where does the north wind blow?

Where does the good times go?

Arms that used to hold me tight

Eyes that shone with love so bright

Now have changed like day to night

Where does the good times go?

Where does the good times go?

Where does the good times go?