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Growin' up we had it good

A Safe neighborhood, chain

Baseball field

I would grab my ball and bat

My glove and hat and I’d hop on my two wheels

The sun would set around seven, batter up it’s time to play

I can remember it all like just yesterday

Pick up trucks and Pontiacs

Took the place of swinging bats and girls became the ones to blame

Sneaking out and sneaking around

Trying not to make a sound and talking late

And tempting fate

I remember my first time in the back of a Chevrolet

I can remember it all like just yesterday

Now I look back with a thought

Is that as good as it got?

The way I feel is all too real

I wonder where I went off track

Still hung up on looking back

Now I don’t know just where to go

So here I sit with a song of nostalgia to be sung

And I’d give anything for one more day of being young

One more day of being young

One more day of being young

Before I knew it I was gone

To junior college and withdrawn I felt alone

So far from home

I found myself a warehouse shift

Where my mind would only drift to baseball days and girls in spades

And I didn’t have a bill to pay or a reason to be low

And I didn’t seek salvation in a glass of old crow

Now I look back with the thought

Is that as good as it got?

The way I feel is all too real

I wonder where I went off track

Still hung up on looking back

Now I don’t know just where to go

So here I sit with a song of nostalgia to be sung

I’d give anything for one more day of being young

One more day of being young

One more day of being young

Now here I sit at 29

With these memories of mine and years to go

Things to know

I know it’s highs and it’s lows

And it’s not always what you chose but time and place in finding grace

As I look back on the house, the young days of my youth

Every day i am closer to finding the truth

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