The Best Times of My Life - Born In the 50's
It was a time when we were troubled
Work shifts had to be doubled
We didn’t earn enough to take a wife
We protested a worthless war
Cried over the Ohio four
Watched newscasts full of strife
Our innocence had died
Our President had lied
And … it was the best time of my life
Our hair, we didn’t cut
Free love, cost us too much
We separated seeds with a broken kitchen knife
We hitchhiked to Yasgurs’ farm
Got tattoos on our arms
And laughed at the bungling Barney Fife
We were hungry and we were thin
Too young to know it then
But … these were the best times of my life
Now, most of us are gone
Radio stations don’t own a Joplin song
Another obit sends a friend off to the afterlife
My head now holds no hair
Once again, I have no buck to spare
Another worthless war adds to our daily strife
But, as we near the end
I still think of you my friend
And how you shared the best times of my life
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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