(You have the good times) I got the miles

While in the ways of love I stood still

And each mile that I've traveled they've all been up hill

And when I think about 'em I just cry like a child

You have the good times I got the miles

But it's true you look better I got lines in my face

You were always out front and you set to pay

I tried to keep on always wore a smile you have the good times I got the miles

Troubles never bothered you you just stuck 'em in style

You made me carry all the heartaches and all I got is miles

Folks say I'm a fool you're not for me

Well now maybe that's right and I'm too blind to see

But I'd rather be your fool than another's king

So get on with the good times and leave the miles to me