Every back road, we've ever gone down Friday night bleachers, Sunday pews Ain't a county line mile without a memory of you Every whisper, every room, I walk in Every time the bartender fills it up again Everybody knows why I'm here, and you ain't around

I believe submarines Underneath deep blue seas Saw the flags: Japanese No one will believe me Ran back to the town bar And I told the people how I had seen the submarine And everyone laughed aloud I did spy periscopes