GLORY DAYS

I had a friend, was a big (C)base ball play er

back in high (C)school.

He could throw that speed (C)ball right by ya,

make you look like a (C)fool.

Saw him the oth er night at a road side bar;

I was walk ing in, he was walk ing out.

We went back in side, sat down, had a few drinks but (C)all he kept talk ing a bout was glo ry days.

(C)They’ll pass you by, glo ry days,

in the (C)wink of a young girl’s eye.

Glo ry days,

glo ry days,

woo.

Woo.

Woo.

Oh, there’s a girl that lives (C)up the block.

Back in school, she could turn (C)all the boys’ heads.

Some times on a (C)Fri day, I’ll stop by and have a few drinks be fore she put her (C)kids to bed.

Oh, her and her hus band, Bob by, they split up; I guess it’s two years gone by now.

Oh, (D)we just sit a round talk in’ ’bout the old times.

She (C)says when she feels like cry ing, she starts (D)laugh ing, think ing a bout glo ry days.

(C)They’ll pass you by, glo ry days,

in the (C)wink of a young girl’s eye.

Glo ry days,

glo ry days,

woo.

Woo.

Woo.

I think I’m go ing down to the well to night.

I’m na till I get my fill.

And I when I get old, I don’t sit a round talk ing ’bout it;

but I know I prob ’ly will.

Yeah, just sit ting back try’n’ to re cap ture a (C)lit tle of the glo ry of...

Oh, time slips a way and leaves you with noth ing, mis ter, but

bor ing (D)sto ries of glo ry days.

(C)They’ll pass you by, glo ry days,

in the (C)wink of a young girl’s eye.

Glo ry days,

glo ry days.

Glo ry, (G)glo ry days.

(C)They’ll pass you by, glo ry days,