Glory Days
I had a friend, was a big baseball playerBack in high schoolHe could throw that speed ball by youMake you look like a fool, boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside barI was walking in, he was walking outWe went back inside, sat down, had a few drinksBut all he kept talking about
Was glory days, well, they'll pass you byGlory days, in the wink of a young girl's eyeGlory days, glory days
Well, there's a girl that lives up the blockBack in school, she could turn all the boys' headsSometimes on a Friday I'll stop by and have a few drinksAfter she put her kids to bed
Her and husband Bobby, well, they split upI guess it's two years gone by nowWe just sit around talking about the old timesShe says when she feels like crying she starts laughing
Thinking about glory days, well, they'll pass you byGlory days, in the wink of a young girl's eyeGlory days, glory days
I think I'm going down to the well tonightI'm going to drink until I get my fillAnd I hope when I get old, I don't sit around thinking about itBut I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back, trying to recaptureA little of the glory ofWell, the times slips away and leaves you with nothing, misterBut boring stories of
Glory days, yeah, they'll pass you byGlory days, in the wink of a young girl's eyeGlory days, glory days
Yeah, they'll pass you byGlory days, in the wink of a young girl's eyeGlory days, glory days