Glory days, glory days Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye Glory days well they'll pass you by Well alright oo yeah Well alright come on now I had a friend was a big baseball player Back in high school He could throw that speed ball by you Make

I had a job, I had a girl I had something going, mister, in this world I got laid off down at the lumber yard Our love went bad, times got hard Now I work down at the car wash Where all it ever does is rain Don't you feel like you're a rider on a

Adam raised a Cain (yeah) Oh oh, oh oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh oh oh (hey) In the summer that I was baptized My father held me to his side As they put me into the water He said how on that day I cried We were prisoners of love, a love in chains He was

Prove it all night I'll prove it all night Girl there's nothing else that we can do And girl I'll prove it all night for you I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean We'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline To buy you a gold

Down in Lucky Town I'm going down to Lucky Town I'm gonna lose these blues I've found Baby, down in Lucky Town Down to Lucky Town Yeah, house got too crowded clothes got too tight And I don't know just where I'm going tonight Out where the sky's been

Honey I'm tougher than the rest Well It's Saturday night You're all dressed up in blue I been watching you awhile Maybe you been watching me too So somebody ran out Left somebody's heart in a mess Well if you're looking for love Some girls they want a

Heart and soul You've got, you've got my love Oh girl you've got my love And to taste your tender charms And I just want to sleep tonight again in your arms Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh, don't cry now (don't cry now) Through the wind, through the rain, through

Working on the highway, laying down the blacktop Working on the highway, all day long I don't stop Working on the highway, blasting through the bedrock Working on the highway, working on the highway Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans

This is what will be This is what will be (This is what will be) I got a coin in your palm I can make it disappear I got a card up my sleeve Name it and I'll pull it out your ear I got a rabbit in the hat If you wanna come and see I got shackles on my