Glory Days

I had a friend was a big baseball player back in high school
He could throw that speedball by ya, 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

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   Glory days, yeah 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 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

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Think I’m going down to the well tonight and I’m going to drink till I get my fill
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

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