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.

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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 school she could turn all the boys heads
Sometimes an a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
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 gonna 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.

Refrein.
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.

Refrein:
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 school she could turn all the boys heads
Sometimes an a Friday I'll stop by
And have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
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.

Refrein.

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 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.

Refrein.