words & music by Bob Corbin
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pub. by Sabal Music, (ASCAP)
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We'd head straight from school down to the pool hall
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Shoot games of eight ball and play the machines
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Go cruisin' on weekends in a patched up old plymouth
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We'd chip in for gas, the fun was for free
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(Chorus)
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And (oh) the river it wound through the heart of our town
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We swore we'd all follow it down to the sea
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Life was so simple and each day was magic
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For Scooter and Michael and Danny and Me
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We drank our first beers down by the river
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Tellin' lies about girls and the things that we'd done
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Football and fist fights, four birds of a feather
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One for all and all were for one
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(Chorus)
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(Bridge)
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We were captured in time one bright summers day
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That black and white photograph's all the remains
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Days turn to years, boys turn to men
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And the past is a place you can't go to again
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Scooter is gone, he died in a car crash
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Michael's in business, too busy for me
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Danny's a lifer somewhere in the army
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And I'm here where I never dreamed I would be
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(Chorus)
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(Tag)
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For Scooter and Michael, Danny and Me.
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Scooter, Michael, Danny & Me
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| Corbin & Hanner |
