Never Thought I Would
Seems like not so long ago when we were kids
Walking through the woods behind the park
Playing cowboys and Indians, six guns on our hips
Never coming home till after dark
Morning would find us teaming up again
One behind the plate, one on the mound
Let the glove dangle from the handlebars
And ride our bikes all over town
Dutch Masters and a White Owl trying our first cigars
Playing grown up was pretty slick
Never thinking how we’d react
Laughing but so damn sick
Caterpillars in the trees come spring
Checking a robin’s egg waiting for it to hatch
Hiking behind Snake Hill on a hot day
Itching like hell from falling in a nettles patch
Saving pennies to buy a pack of Luckies
Never dreamed of growing old
A couple of quarts behind the Dutch Hill Dump
A little too brash, a little too bold
Time is the enemy of every child
Doing all that we ever could
So many gone and we were growing old
But I never thought I would
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