| I got my first real six-string
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| Bought it at the five and dime
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| Played it till my fingers bled
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| It was the summer of '69
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| Me and some guys from school
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| Had a band and we tried real hard
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| Jimmy quit and joey got married
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| I shoulda known we’d never get far
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| Oh when I look back now
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| That summer seemed to last forever
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| And if I had the choice
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| Yeah — I’d always wanna be there
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| Those were the best days of my life
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| Back in the summer of '69
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| Ain’t no use in complaining
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| When you got a job to do
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| Spent my evenings down at the drive-in
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| And that’s when I met you
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| Standin' on your mama’s porch
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| You told me that you’d wait forever
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| Oh and when you held my hand
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| I knew that it was now or never
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| Those were the best days of my life
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| Back in the summer of '69
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| Man we were killining time
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| We were young and restless
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| We needed to unwind
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| I guess nothin' can last forever — forever, no
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| And now the times are changing
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| Look at everything that’s come and gone
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| Sometimes I play that old six-string
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| I think about ya wonder what went wrong
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| Standing on your mama’s porch
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| You told me it would last forever
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| The way you held my hand
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| I knew that it was now or never
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| Those were the best days of my life
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| Back in the summer of '69 |