Glory Days

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, 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 ]

Well there's a girl that lives up the block 
Back in high school 
She could turn all the boy's 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 talkin' about the old times,
She says when she feels like crying
She starts laughing thinking about

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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, well time slips away and
Leaves you with nothing mister but
Boring stories of glory days

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