| I got my first real six-string: bought it at the five and dime,
Played it ‘til my fingers bled;
was the summer of sixty nine.
Me and some guys from school had a band and we tried real hard.
Jimmy quilt and jody got married;
I shoulda known we’d never get far.
Oh, when i look back now, that summer seemed to last forever,
And if i had the choice, yeah, i’d always wanna be there.
Those were the best days of my life.
Ain’t no usein complainin’ when you got a good job to do.
Spent my evenin’s down at the drive-in and that’s when i met you.
Standin’ on your mama’s porch, you told me that you’d wait forever.
Oh, and when you held my hand, i knew that it was now or never.
Those were the best days of my life.
Back in the summer of sixty nine
Man, we were killin’ time, we were young and restless, we needed to unwind.
I guess nothin’ can last forever, forever, no!
And now the times are changin’; look at everything that’s come and gone.
Sometimes when i play that old six-string i think about you;
Wonder what went wrong.
Standin’ on your mama’s porch, you told me it’d last forever.
Oh, and when you held my hand, i knew that it was now or never.
Those were the best days of my life.
Back in the summer of sixty nine |
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