The class reunion invitation was delivered to me today
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It brought back burning mem'ries of a happy yesterday
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I went to my cedar chest got down on my knees
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The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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As I carefully open up the box my mind wanders back
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To all the things we used to do me and Billy Jack
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Here's the first note he wrote and gave me in the hall
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It asked if I'd stay after school to watch him play football
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The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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Here are the tickets dubbed for my first picture show
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I'd seen him talkin' to Rita Gail and I almost didn't go
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The corsage I wore to the senior prom pressed and dried
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The scarf he tied around my hair for a motorcycle ride
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The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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Here's his lettered sweater with a patch Player of the year
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And the handkerchief I'd used to wipe away all my tears
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When he was playing chicken to prove the greatness of his nerve
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And a speeding car killed my dreams on Dead Man's Curve
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The chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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Yes the chest that once was full of hope is now a box of memories
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Box Of Memories
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| Jeannie C. Riley |
