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



GLORY DAYS