| Out of the sky on flight 79
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| Leaving my rock’n’roll life behind
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| I stepped back in the world of my home town
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| Dressed to kill for a class reunion
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| Driving around in my rented Lincoln
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| Bopping along to those rocking sixties sounds
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| Most of my friends were still around
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| But the town got smaller when the mill shut down
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| And some of them drifted off to bigger places
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| There’s a new stone soldier on the courthouse lawn
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| Because bobby got killed in Vietnam
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| And lately I been seeing the same old faces
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| Ain’t it kind of funny how every body’s changed but me
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| So here’s a little blast from the past for the class of '63
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| Hey baby turn your lights down low
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| They’re playing our song on the radio
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| Shaking my chevy with the back seat dance
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| Living by love and loving by chance
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| Johnny was voted class president
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| The girls just swooned everywhere he went
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| And seven wives later he’s become the divorce court king
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| And Donny boy sure could sling a towel
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| He’d murder the ref if he called a fowl
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| And now buying radio stations is his thing
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| Rocking Dave could really put on some moves
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| If you scratched his record he’d dance on your bruise
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| Now he teaches kids the Arthur Murray style
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| It’s like little Stevie the race champ said
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| I ain’t got a dime but at least I ain’t dead
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| And these memories will beat money by a mile |