| Yeah
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| Uh
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| Wooh
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| Huh
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| I had a friend was a big baseball player
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| Back in high school
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| He could throw that speedball by you
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| Make you look like a fool, boy
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| Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
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| I was walking in, he was walking out
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| We went back inside, sat down, had a few drinks
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| But all he kept talking about was
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| Glory days, well they'll pass you by
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| Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
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| Glory days, glory days
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| Well, there's a girl that lives up the block
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| Back in school, she could turn all the boys' heads
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| Sometimes on a Friday, I'll stop by and have a few drinks
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| After she put her kids to bed
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| Her and her husband, Bobby, well they split up
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| I guess it's two years gone by now
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| We just sit around talking about the old times
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| She says when she feels like crying
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| She starts laughing, thinking 'bout
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| Glory days, well they'll pass you by
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| Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
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| Glory days, glory days
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| My old man worked twenty years on the line
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| And they let him go
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| Now everywhere he goes out looking for work
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| They just tell him that he's too old
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| I was nine-years old and he was working
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| At the Metuchen Ford plant assembly line
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| Now he just sits on a stool down at the Legion Hall
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| But I can tell what's on his mind
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| Glory days, yeah goin back
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| Glory days, aw he ain't never had
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| Glory days, glory days
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| I think I'm going down to the well tonight
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| I'm gonna drink till I get my fill
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| And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
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| But I probably will
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| Yeah, just sitting back, trying to recapture
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| A little of the glory, yeah
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| Well time slips away and leaves you with nothing, mister
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| But boring stories of
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| Glory days, well they'll pass you by
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| Glory days, in the wink of a young girl's eye
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| Glory days, glory days |