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, 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

Well there′s a girl that lives up the block

back in school she could turn all the boy′s 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

Now I 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, well time slips away

and leaves you with nothing mister but

boring stories of glory days