| I was born on the north side of a Midwestern town
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| There were nine of us living in a three bedroom house
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| Didn’t have much money
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| But we made due
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| 'Cause Momma worked all day long
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| And Daddy did too
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| Did all they could
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| Made sure we had clothes and food
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| Went to public schools and we Followed public rules
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| We used second hand books, but oh I didn’t mind the books
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| Momma taught us early in life
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| Everybody’s gotta struggle sometime
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| Bring back those simple times of yesterday
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| When a man was a man
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| And a friend was a friend
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| Bring back those simple times of yesterday
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| When you said what you meant
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| And you meant what you said
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| Had a friend named Bobby
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| Who always kept his word
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| We went through schoolyard fights
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| Had a thing for pretty girls
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| Didn’t cost much money to See the picture show
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| So we hopped the bus into town
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| That’s where all the girlies used to go Fifty cents would buy us popcorn for two
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| 'Cause Bobby’s girl, she worked there
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| And sometimes she’d break the rules
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| Picnics in the summer
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| Wouldn’t wake up 'till noon
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| And even though Bobby’s gone now
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| I can still hear him laugh
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| In the middle of June
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| HOOK
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| Sometimes I sit, I wonder
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| I reminisce, I think of all the good times
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| That we had in our lives
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| Sometimes I can’t get over
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| How wonderful those days were
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| Back in our lives
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| Simple days for simple times
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| HOOK |