Golden Days |
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| CIt was just this Fmorning I G7saw you in the Cstreet, |
| My mind went Fwinging back to the G7days when life was Csweet. |
| When your mother took Fus aside and G7said, "Now listen, Cdears, |
| Is there anything beFtween you?" You said, "G7Yes, about 25 Cyears." |
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| But those Fgolden days are G7over, they're Fin the long gone Cby, |
| FNever more will Cthey return no G7matter how we Ctry. |
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| CI recall the Ffirst lunch that G7your mother cooked for Cme, |
| When I arrived at Fyour front door as G7hungry as could Cbe. |
| She said, "Now tell me, Fcan you guess what's for G7lunch today my Cson?" |
| But I knew it was rolly-Fpolly foot 'cause she G7only had one stocking Con. |
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| I reCmember your brother FJimmy, G7crying one summer's Cday, |
| "Why do you cry, young FJimmy?" I G7heard your granddad Csay. |
| "'Cause I can't do what the Fbig boys do, G7that's why I cry," said CJim, |
| "Move Cover then," said your Fgranddad, and he G7sat down and cried with Chim. |
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| But Cit was just this Fmorning when G7I again saw Cyou, |
| You were with your Fhusband and G7several children Ctoo. |
| But as I passed you Fin the street I G7smiled, for I could Csee, |
| What a big fat Fugly crow G7you turned out to Cbe. |
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