Glory Days


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 theyíll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girlís eye
Glory days, glory days

Thereís a girl that lives up the block back in school she could turn all the boyís heads
Sometimes on a Friday Iíll 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 itís 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 theyíll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girlís eye
Glory days, glory days

Think Iím going down to the well tonight and Iím going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get older I donít 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