Lyrics Miss Those Days - Frank Foster

Miss Those Days

Bare feet in mid-July, sand warm beneath my toes
Racing ninety to nothing down Steel Bridge Rd.
Swinging off the rope swing, cut a flip or take a dive
Jumping out of that old oak tree, that was sky high
I miss those days, just hanging out with my friends
I miss those days, when the summers would never end
I miss those days, they will never be here again
And I miss those days, I miss those days
A cool breeze through the window of a suped up seventy-three
I cruise around the old strip in town just to see what we could see
I found a pretty little southern girl and pulled her up tight
I talked her into skipping curfew drive up to the lake for the night
I miss those days, at sweet sixteen
I miss those days, so wild and young and green
I miss those days, they’re unlike any I’ve ever seen
And I miss those days, I miss those days
But looking back now I realize that those were my glory days
Ain’t it funny how time will pass you by, slowly turn the page
Now I’m staring in the mirror, Lord
And my eyes are filling up with age
And I miss those days, I miss those days