words & music by Bob Corbin
pub. by Sabal Music, (ASCAP)
We’d head straight from school down to the pool hall
Shoot games of eight ball and play the machines
Go cruisin’ on weekends in a patched up old plymouth
We’d chip in for gas, the fun was for free
(Chorus)
And (oh) the river it wound through the heart of our town
We swore we’d all follow it down to the sea
Life was so simple and each day was magic
For Scooter and Michael and Danny and Me
We drank our first beers down by the river
Tellin’ lies about girls and the things that we’d done
Football and fist fights, four birds of a feather
One for all and all were for one
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
We were captured in time one bright summers day
That black and white photograph’s all the remains
Days turn to years, boys turn to men
And the past is a place you can’t go to again
Scooter is gone, he died in a car crash
Michael’s in business, too busy for me
Danny’s a lifer somewhere in the army
And I’m here where I never dreamed I would be
(Chorus)
(Tag)
For Scooter and Michael, Danny and Me.