I had a friend was a big baseball player
back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about was
Glory days well they′ll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl′s eye
Glory days, glory days
Well there′s a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could turn all the boy′s heads
Sometimes on a Friday I′ll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it′s two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing thinking about
Now I think I′m going down to the well tonight
and I′m going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don′t sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days