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 we kept talking about
* Glory Days, well they'll pass you by
Glory Days, in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory Days, glory days
There was 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
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 gonna, drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get older 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 the time slips away, and leaves you with nothing, mister, but boring stories of
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