| It’s been a long time since I walked
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| Through this old town
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| But oh how the memories start to flow
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| And there’s the old movie house
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| They finally closed it down
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| You could find me there every Friday night
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| Twenty years ago
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| I worked the counter at the drugstore down the street
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| But nobody’s left there I would know
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| On Saturday mornings that’s where
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| All my friends would meet
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| You’d be surprised to know what a dime would buy
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| Twenty years ago
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| All my memories from those days come gather round me
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| What I’d give if they could take me back in time
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| It almost seems like yesterday
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| Where do the good times go?
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| Life was so much easier twenty years ago
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| I guess I should stop by Mr. Johnson’s hardware store
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| His only son was my friend Joe
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| But he joined the army back in 1964
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| How could we know he would never come back
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| Twenty years ago… |