I HAD A FRIEND WAS A BIG BASEBALL PLAYER
BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL
HE COULD THROW THAT SPEEDBALL
BY YOU
MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL BOY
SAW HIM THE OTHER NIGHT AT THIS ROADSIDE
BAR I
WAS WALKING IN
AND HE WAS WALKING OUT
WE WENT BACK INSIDE, SAT DOWN, HAD A FEW
DRINKS
BUT ALL HE KEPT TALKING ABOUT WAS
GLORY DAYS WELL THEY´LL PASS YOU
BY
GLORY DAYS IN THE WINK OF A YOUNG GIRL´S EYE
GLORY DAYS, GLORY
DAYS
THERE´S A GIRL THAT LIVES UP THE BLOCK BACK
IN SCHOOL
SHE COULD TURN ALL
THE BOYS´HEADS
SOMETIMES ON A FRIDAY I´LL STOP BY AND HAVE
A FEW DRINKS
AFTER SHE
PUT HER KIDS TO BED
HER AND HER HUSBAND BOBBY WELL THEY SPLIT UP
I GUESS IT´S TWO YEARS
GONE BY NOW
WE JUST SIT AROUND TALKING ABOUT THE OLD TIMES
SHE SAYS WHEN SHE FEELS LIKE
CRYING
SHE STARTS LAUGHING THINKING ABOUT.
GLORY DAYS...
THINK I´M GOING
DOWN TO THE WELL TONIGHT
AND I´M GOING TO DRINK TILL I GET MY FILL
AND I HOPE WHEN I GET
OLD
I DON´T SIT AROUND THINKING ABOUT IT
BUT I PROBABLY WILL
YEAH JUST
SITTING BACK TRYING TO RECAPTURE
A LITTLE OF THE GLORY OF,
BUT TIME SLIPS AWAY AND LEAVES
YOU
WITH NOTHING MISTER BUT BORING STORIES OF
