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« Glory days »
Bruce Springsteen
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 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, well they’ll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, 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, well they’ll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days
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 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, well they’ll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, 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, well they’ll pass you by
Glory days, in the wink of a young girl’s eye
Glory days, glory days
