Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spud Webb, artist - Danny Boone. Album song Fish Grease, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 14.01.2016
Record label: AVJ
Song language: English
Spud Webb |
I’m flippin through a book of photos |
I found my birth certificate |
A treasure trove of polaroids |
My sister she was probably six |
In this one |
Look at mom and dad |
He was still in college |
Bagging groceries full time |
Spare time odd jobbin |
Mom’s basketball pic |
State champ four times |
And who’s that goofy cub scout |
We won’t talk about mine |
That’s my granddad’s flatnose Chevy van |
He taught me how to work and cuss like a man |
We were all being taught something we don’t understand |
Keep your eye on the ball |
And what’s the proper stance |
And every day was sunny |
Even when it rained |
Hard to tell if it’s funny |
Or if it’s sad how things changed |
Look at that spiked mullet |
Lines cut in the side |
And that look on my face |
Man, that’s nothin but pride |
And that’s me |
Atlanta Hawks number four |
Slammin that Nerf on my bedroom floor |
And it goes on and on and on and on |
I know I got the rest of my life |
But that ain’t long |
As it used to be |
My, my how time flies by |
And it goes on and on and on and on |
Next thing you know |
You wonder where the years have gone |
And trying to wish it back won’t work |
Who’d have thought a good memory |
Could hurt so bad |
Look at the kid in this picture |
Wearing that Oxford and khakis |
Them penny loafers with dimes in them |
My thoughts driftin; |
back |
I remember feeling invincible |
The future was mine |
Ready to take on the world |
But those were simpler times |
Never a straight «A» student |
I didn’t make great grades |
Three sport athlete |
I made a few great plays |
I had this black Chevy Nova |
Jacked up in the back |
With a 350 sitting on some Cragar mags |
I was a bad boy |
Definitely not the baddest |
But my confidence level |
Was on rockstar status |
Spring break at the lake |
Better yet, Panama City |
No reservations or money |
Man, let’s just go, come and get me |
Now, where were you |
When Spud Webb won the dunk contest? |
I was on cloud 9 |
'Cause I was just a little guy |
And I watched his 5'7 slam 10 feet, so fresh |
And knew, I couldn’t be denied |
And it goes on and on and on and on |
I know I got the rest of my life |
But that ain’t long |
As it used to be |
My, my how time flies by |
And it goes on and on and on and on |
Next thing you know |
You wonder where the years have gone |
And trying to wish it back won’t work |
Who’d have thought a good memory |
Could hurt so bad |
And I don’t know what tomorrow holds |
But I know I can’t live in the past |
And it’s hard when all your childhood dreams |
Are the same ones you still have |
And it seems just like yesterday |
In a blur it all went by |
It’s like I fell asleep at 16, and woke up 45 |
And it goes on and on and on and on |
I know I got the rest of my life |
But that ain’t long |
As it used to be |
My, my how time flies by |
And it goes on and on and on and on |
Next thing you know |
You wonder where the years have gone |
And trying to wish it back won’t work |
Who’d have thought a good memory |
Could hurt so bad |
(Where were you, wh- wh- where were you) |
(Where were you, wh- wh- where were you, you) |
(Where were you, wh- wh- where were you, you) |
(Where were you, wh- wh- where were you, you) |