60s Kid

Angel bars sissy bars and banana seats
The rolling stones what a cool beat

Cronkite 6pm news telling of Kennedys death
Just a young boy i really didnt understand yet

Mother would say you kids go outside and play
Cigar box marbles jacks made my day

Saturdays came i couldnt wait
Fishin for bream boy did i stay late

One particular christmas i remember very well
A johnny seven i got that was sure swell

I knew my boyhood would soon be over
53 chevy it was my time to take over
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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September 6, 2011 at 11:03 AM
excellent reminise i like this, especially the fishing for bream, still one of my hobbies to this day.
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